What else to do during a Polar Vortex, up in the hinterlands, driveway knee-deep with snow, with no TV? Of course there’s always housework. (Ugh!) Good thing I followed my #1 rule: always paint whatever’s going to die first. These roses (actually there were only 3) pooped out after several days. The slices of pie were painted from memory. The box of chocolates? Completely imaginary. The table runner, vase and maple leaf plate were from estate sales. Painting a still life, for me, is like inventing a giant puzzle.