Our busy summer-of-many-changes is winding down.
I'm happy to say that I finally found a free evening to paint. The boyz were canoeing with friends, and I located my easel in the basement (it was glaring at me accusingly from a dim corner) and hauled it up to the back yard.
One fresh, white canvas + a glass of wine + some paints and brushes = a nearly finished painting and a more relaxed Mel.
I completed it in a couple of quick follow-up sittings, and then—I walked away. (It's very important to know when to walk away. I may have mentioned that already in several previous posts.)
It's good to be back in the saddle again.
(This dog belongs to a family friend who has helped us out with some arduous tasks. His name is Sam. Isn't he sweet?)