Just brought a slew of work home from my photographer, and left two more pieces with her. It's like leaving your children at camp. Here's a detail from a small piece --- somehow cropping and lighting make it seem huge. Maybe it is a call to work huge.
Now I have to go balance my checkbook and figure out how to pay her. I've gotten wonderful work done, not doing production for shows, but the bank account is squeaking as a result.
Spring is finally sneaking up out of the ground: green buds unfurling. I am determined to bike around town this summer and paint. Trees, roots, vines are calling me.