The Sign of a Good Day

I love to look at my hands and see the colors of the day. I wash my hands and watch the colors go down the drain, but then later there will inevitably be the remnants of a color under my nails or in the cracks of my dry skin (sexy, I know) and it makes me happy. I smile at the sight of cobalt teal in my nails and cadmium orange on my wrist! I used to be embarrassed if someone saw my paint stained hands, but now I think of it as proof that I spent time in my day being creative and it makes me feel good.

Today was especially good because I was able to ship my commissioned tree painting to one of my favorite collectors. I can NOT wait for her to see it. I know I am being paid for this, but I feel like I am giving her a present and I can't wait to hear how she likes it. So for now, no photos until she gets it, because I don't want to spoil the surprise.

I also began three more paintings for the Cox Gallery exhibit at William Woods. The studio was cold, but I stayed warm with my creative juices flowing. I swear it is true. So now, the countdown looks like this, not counting yesterday or today. 10 in progress, 19 finished, and more to go cause I am a dummy and raised my final number. I think to 35. Call me crazy.

Here is my stack of finished paintings so far. I think you are looking at about 13 paintings there. We are having a little hiccup in progress, because two of the really large paintings had problems with the wood we used for the frame, so Ben is having to re-frame them. Ya gotta roll with what comes along, right? I am just grateful that he knows what he is doing.