38 F cloudy to clear at sunset.
#440 County Route 59
9 x 12
This was another day when painting got squished in between play dates and errands. Parenting is my first job, but everything has it's limits. I finally got to this spot, in between things, just on the side of another county hi way. I often find the "OK" part, hard to accept. Hard to accept because everything is compromised, time, energy, the luxury of "powering down" with some semblance of "this is important". But what ever doubts I have the paint must go, so I try not to think, I just do, because once I actually start to look, put down some paint and focus, I completely forget about all the hassles that I was just obsessing about and get on with it. There resides the reward, it may or may not be a good painting, but it will be, on canvas and in my brain, and that's a good place to be.