I am painting again, it seems. It’s time to complete the big painting I keep pretending to work on; it has been looming about, undone, for too long.
I turned my living room into an art studio + living room hybrid to make completion a priority. Socializing space and making space have collided…or intertwined, depending on how you look at it. In the evenings, I poke at the painting, making changes, switching colors, standing close, standing back. In the mornings, I sit on my couch eating breakfast, looking long, working the lines over in my mind as I chew. There is something really satisfying about having a project like this to walk away from and come home to. And yet, I’m also anxious to be done with it, to let it go.
