Thoughts were tumbling and falling all over themselves today.
There are times when we find expression onerous. How many dog-hours must we spend in front of the computer until we are swallowed whole?
The rats outside taunt us with shrill cries of "Enjoy your blogging!"
We will. We do. But we need to paint.
Sam finds paint delicious, especially lime green. I live for color and surprise. It is sweet irony that we are white and black and buff dogs, after all, when we might enjoy being pink, orange and purple.
At least I would enjoy those colors. I've worn cobalt blue before.
We need to paint. We need to return to our easel and to our colors and gouache. There are several dogs waiting for their portraits to be painted. Only dogs have the patience we require. No cat would wait for us, not even the understanding Joe.
There is one more digital image we're working on, and that is just waiting for second thoughts. Then, off it goes and we're free to paint.
The cobalt moments can't return soon enough.