I get restless when I paint roses. All those damned petals! Surely there are outside chores that needed to be done! It might snow this weekend! I raked part of the yard. I lugged a ladder around, tying up sagging netting. I did laundry. My excuse is that mindless tasks help clear the mind. I’ll come back into the studio and instantly see what needs to be fixed. One rose had to be wiped out and redone. Then there was the beautiful sky!
One minute the sky would look amaing. Five minutes later it would be all blue. Or all dull clouds. Tomorrow I’ll be out — and I promise I’ll bring my paints!.
Margie Guyot Art 