But as I get older, I am at least able to let some of these ideas go, and thus remain somewhat relaxed.* "Next year," I'll whisper as I pat them on their little heads and send them out the door. "You're a great idea, really great. But let's try for next year. Bye bye!"
Still, the idea of completing these 18 new small paintings just cannot be let go of. I have tonight (and it's almost 11 p.m.) and tomorrow night in which to finish them.
Here's a view of what I did to our living room last night. Camped on the couch while installing hanging hardware and roughing in colors. The lights are low to protect the innocent.
Now, off I go to attempt this crazy goal.
*I am fairly certain my guy will attest to this.
Bonus picture from my archives! Here's what I look like after way too many hours spent painting and staring at screens. Well, it could be worse, I suppose.
|this is actually from 3 years ago. |
I don't want to see an updated version.