Oxidation

 I think I might need to up my antioxidants. I'm feeling rusty.

Huh. As I take in the opening sentence above it occurs to me that maybe the challenge facing me is conveyed in the first two words: I think. 

Thinking isn't working.

But, here I am. I went to my studio again today, fiddled around with cutting postcard-sized pieces from my evolving in-process painting, added a bit of collage.

Action.

OK.

rusty postcard!

Romper Room

I don't often paint in the morning.

But today?

I relish nourishing early-day moments in my studio.

And I romp.

Windows and doors wide open to the fresh air and sparkle of a stunning summer morning in August.

Paintbrush and paints wide open to the unpredictable play of creating conundrums, puzzling out predicaments, ruining resolutions, and indulging impulsivities.

Really, though, what is that blue vase still doing there?

work-in-progress after today's romping