Mess

This morning I cleaned up (some) of my studio. It was getting to the point where I couldn’t walk from the door into the room without tripping over something. You know those signs on cars “I’d rather be sailing”? Well, I’d rather be painting! So I only clean when I can’t bear the mess any more.

Strangely, or at least I find it strange, people I haven’t seen in a while ask me if I am still painting.  What else would I be doing?


Meanwhile, the weather has been so beautiful this past week, it even feels like summer.  I was able to go in for a swim every day without even hesitating.  The water was delicious, not too cold and the sun stayed bright all day.  Amazing.

Okay, I admit it.  When I’m not painting, I swim.  And other things.  But I certainly wouldn’t be too happy if I couldn’t continue to paint. Sometimes when I have done a really good painting, or series of paintings, then I think maybe I should stop, what can I do next.  But there is always something more to learn about what I am doing, and that isn’t something I want to give up.