Without my Wits about Me

Can't much keep my thinking in order nor make my mind work smoothly.

Mostly make no effort to do so.

In my studio, at my easel, I paint intuitively, recklessly. I move fast, don't hesitate.

Mix a color, put it here, mix a color, put it there.

Then, put away paints, wash brushes, rinse out wipe rag, snap a photo.

Move on.

Saying Goodbye is a work in progress. So am I.

saying goodbye 4, 10/30/15
work in progress