Monday 9 February 2015

I could have painted all night

I was in evil Suzy's class this week.  In honour of the new oriental exhibit at the museum she brought in a Russian teapot and Russian slippers.  None of us said a word  except the Russian student who was pretty sure it wasn't of Chinese origin.  Doesn't matter - I had such a blast -  the paint just flew from my brush onto the canvas and the floor.

And I felt real joy.  What a moment not to worry about the final outcome and just enjoy the process.  It must be the oriental influence - it was zen.

 It is too bad because I can't paint in my studio for 2 weeks.  I would have liked to continue this mood

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