What else to do on a chilly, cloudy day? I’d been eyeing this pile of logs for over a year. This is right along the little creek that runs through my property. Things are starting to green up. Jack-in-the-pulpits are popping up. Marsh marigolds are blooming. Birdies singing. But it was so chilly I had to set my brush down and go put on a sweatshirt. Even my most loyal cat, Picasso, who usually supervises my every move, gave up and came over and pawed my leg. “This is ridiculous! Let me in the house, Mom!” So while my 3 spoiled cats snoozed on my bed, I persisted and painted logs. Plenty of them in the swamp here, thanks to the emerald ash borer. So there will always be plenty of things to paint.
Here’s my setup:
Margie Guyot Art 