She was singin' my song.
Painting in Joan's company was terrific. I felt honor bound to the shared yearning we'd identified.
Two days out and working solo again, though, I feel attachment and fussiness nipping at my heels.
But, with Joan's and my time together as a beacon, I take a deep breath, cut my page into quadrants, and plunge into the water come what may.
|detail, work in progress|