Ideas

There are about 15 canvases staring at me over here on the bed so I know that today I'm getting something accomplished. For weeks I've been thinking about a larger piece I want to do but I've been deliberating whether or not I can truly capture the softness of the moment. I took a photo, and my memory is that it I just wanted to take the most delicate parts of my fingertips and gently comb the skin of the person in the photo. I don't know that I can express that with paint.

This is procrastination, isn't it?

This is the last Monday in months that I wake feeling the freedom of a wide-open week. I have so many ideas and hopes; please FORCE me to get things accomplished. If we're on the phone, TELL me to get up. If we email, use caps and exclamation points to motivate me! Comment and GET ME GOING! It makes me smile just to think of it. Don't be shy!

This has been a summer of reconnection with friends and making new ones. I am grinning like a Cheshire cat realizing that my inclination was to characterize this time so positively when for so long it was the summer of devastation. It feels almost mischievous, so much gained with so much lost. Finally I am feeling that the totality of what I've been and become is finally larger than the pain of what has come to pass.

...and I'll write. I promise.