So this is what I’m working on at the moment. Clouds are slowly taking over my brain and also our living area oops.
I had an awesome dream last night where a woman in town told me she had space in her studio for me and so I could paint ALL THE TIME. I feel like there was also something about a moose.
In my head, when I actually have a studio, I shall turn into Clare from The Time Traveller’s Wife, and I’ll suddenly become interested (and good at) sculpture, and also there will be a Henry who will, of course, fall completely in love with me. We’ll have to deal with the tricky implications of time travel, but I’m totally ok with that because it’s True Love.
(One of the obvious side effects of spending a lot of time alone painting is the imagination running RAMPANT.)