This morning I CLEANED UP. The windows are now caulked, the laundry's hung to dry, the kitchen is clean (briefly) and the hall is full of bags headed out. Tomorrow I'll deliver clothes to Salvation army, fabrics to fellow artists, laundry to dry cleaner, and supplies to the studio, where I hope to print and paint, at last.
Two dozen scarves lie puddled on the dining room table. I painted them last week. Now I need to decide whether to over print, and if so, on which ones.
The colors are subtle. The markings remind me of outer space.