Painting Again!

Here's a photo I snapped yesterday of my painting table. I took it because I am just thrilled to be getting back into the painting groove. It occurred to me yesterday that I haven't worked on my canvases since before our trip to Sequoia for my birthday... which was in July! I guess I've just been up to my eyeballs in fabric and other projects. Not that those weren't a worthy direction for my attention, mind you, but I'm just happy to be back to what I consider my first love. The paint might not look like much now, but it's a start. And I've been glowing all day and all night. How did I get so lucky to be able to do this thing I call "art" every single day? I get choked up just thinking about it...

You may or may not know that this set-up is basically in my kitchen. Our family room and kitchen are sortof all one big room. This table sits pretty much in the middle. Steve is unbelievably supportive and NEVER complains about the mess. He even admits to admiring the paint I've managed to get all over the phone. There really was no other solution in our current digs, however. The downstairs is tile and the sink is close. The back door is only steps away, which is fabulous as no heat gun could beat the drying power of the Southern California sun.

In case you're wondering, I do have a very beautiful studio upstairs as well. But that's the problem... it's very beautiful. I use that for my more restrained art efforts. And lately I've taken over the other front bedroom as my sewing room. Steve points out that I now really have three studios. And he's right. But that's okay. It is, after all, just us and the pets... Someday I will have that gorgeous, loft-like 20' x 20' space. But until then, I'm making it work. You need to do what you can with what you have, right? I think the most important thing in being an artist is that you actually produce art. Everything else is secondary.