Joy in Common Hours
This painting painted itself. I felt like I was along for the ride to see what would happen next. All I had to do was show up at the easel. This happens to me occasionally when painting. Usually it takes a lot more thought, but not this time. Maybe it had to do with being in the zone.
When my days are uninterrupted, the work flows seamlessly. Or maybe it has to do with the quality of light at this time of year. The sunshine streams into my studio now. There is a promise of Spring.
It is the first mild day of March.
Each minute sweeter than before...
There is a blessing in the air...