Woke up yesterday morning to rain…at last! It has been dry and sunny for so long in Seattle that I’ve been feeling like a broken potato chip. Maddie, the pretty good Airedale, has totally forgotten rain and staggered through her morning walk as though it were her final mile. Enzo, the tiny terror from L.A. who remembers everything he’s ever seen or smelled, was thoroughly disgusted with the whole wet thing and did some serious canine grumbling, and the always pleasant Mr. T and I both got our socks wet dragging the beasties through the puddles (hot damn, puddles!) It was a very good morning, indeed.
I love this time of year…this break between summer and winter. In the studio this is that special time between running the fans and running the space heaters, and that means I can happy dance without the fear of a broken body part from a cord trip. As the days get shorter and darker, I find my work becoming lighter and more serene…when I look at old paintings I might not remember what year I painted them but I can immediately tell you the time of year…dark and intense…had to be July.
Above is an acrylic painting from awhile back…it was lost in my computer for awhile and I finally found it again…must have been a summer painting.