Yes, it is actually January 29 which means I am a day late. As a friend recently confessed to me, time is not so much linear anymore. It’s more like a deep pool.
“Flight,” oil on canvas board, 5″ x 7″
I may be misquoting him. Anyway, I am a day late with this painting, but a busy day it has been. Schlepping for hours and the studio is empty of art. A few bits of wrapping and hardware remain. I’ll fetch those things tomorrow. It echoes, like the first day I popped my head in to that room to take a look. Onward.