I think my husband is worried about me.
The painting I am working on now is very unlike anything I’ve ever done before. Yesterday when he came out into the garage to chit-chat, he got a peek at it…and the look on his face! I laughed to myself. He didn’t say anything, though. I think he’s waiting to see what it looks like when it’s all done, and then he’ll ask me if everything’s alright with me.
That said, this is a difficult painting. I had high hopes and big dreams for it, but it’s turning out to be more of a challenge than I expected…but I guess that’s a good thing. Fuel to the fire, right? When I’m through, I’ll have one sick-nasty piece of artwork…and nowhere to put it. Nikki–do you still need something for your bathroom?