Last night was a stormy one lots of rain, lightening and a few brownouts. Luckily my inner storms have subsided, with thanks to viewers like you, and the help of my studio. The smell of oil paint and the rhythm of brush strokes always brings me inner peace. I’m not sure why – anyone who has ever opened a tube of oil paint knows that the smell isn’t exactly the same smell as grandmas’ cookies, (unless of course your grandmother was a terrible cook).
It’s time to start blogging again. I say again because I’ve actually started several blogs, all of which ended up neglected – as has the rest of my creative side. So, I’m turning over a new leaf and throwing caution to the wind, this time I’m going to make it work. It’s time for a change, it’s time to make things happen.
Why the change you ask? Drudge. Mental masturbation. A spark.