It was another of those days where I was itching to go out painting, but I didn’t want to actually go anywhere. Whenever I get into that mood, I know to mosey back into the swamp. Always something interesting back there! Some people need a muse for inspiration; my muse is the swamp. Especially the little creek that runs through. No hot, dry deserts for me — just give me water! It was another of those dark, gloomy winter days with flecks of snowflakes spitting. Temperature hovering around freezing. Smart Wool socks kept my toes warm as toast. When I saw this view of the creek, I giggled. Giggling is a sign for me. Such a scene has to be painted. Never ignore a giggle — or goosebumps!
Dear Picasso, my #1 cat, keeps an eye on me while I paint I knew it was time to quit when he came by, pawed my leg and meowed. Stop that nonsense, Momcat! Time to feed me!
And here’s my setup. Lately I’ve been using my ancient field easel; giving the Soltek a rest.
Margie Guyot Art 