Wreckless > Reckless, II

Wreckless painting.

Reckless painter.

I have no idea what or if wallpaper covered the walls at my Great-Grandma Collins's home in Cobalt, Connecticut. But I stepped out of time and place to about age seven as I moved my paintbrush today and found myself in Bertha Jane's front parlor staring at the flowers papered onto the walls.

where I left off yesterday

where I stopped today

Never Knew

Before I started painting, I never knew how painters painted.

Never knew how *I* would paint. Sure didn't have any idea I'd be painting the way I do.

Here's the start to my current patch-in-progress:















Fortuitously, once I got this far on Thursday last week, I had to stop painting so I could pack and then head to Maine to visit my dad on the weekend, leaving this start both unfinished and at home. Putting it on hold felt like the exact right thing to do.