paint

Making time to do work, make art, is a constant struggle. There’s a bajillion other things to do. Bajillion is a technical term. I promise. So… despite the awesomeness that is Sunday morning, best morning of the week, I took myself into the studio and painted. I almost cleaned it. That would have been more procrastinating. So instead I worked on a painting, one of many, that I had started but had not finished. It’s a painting for my daughter. Even better, a gift of love. What better reason to make art today?