Several tall easels stand in the sun room where I can dry paintings in progress. I have also learned I can keep some in my car to speed drying as the car stays hot here in the summer. Friend JoAnne admits to putting some of her oil paintings in the oven the last weeks before our local art show in November.
My usually tidy front bedroom looks like a storm had struck.
Most of my New England paintings more than fill a wall of my studio/library and the lighthouse paintings are in a guest bathroom.
I started another one Monday of Penny's little model ship. I want a ship in a bottle to paint. The beautiful little blue marbleized book in the new painting was bought from Barbara W. The book is laying on an old map, I hope I can do justice to that.
Yesterday was varnish day. The final finish makes the paint look bright as it was when wet and makes the colors more vivid.
I plan to list a few small ones for sale soon. The big ones would be a bear to ship.
There is a runner's high, which many of you understand who have ever been runners. There is also something of that sort for people who paint seriously and lose themselves in a state we call the zone. If you become used to painting daily it is like exercise, a pleasurable thing you miss if you skip it. I feel the lack of it now if I do not do something art connected each day. Given how limited is my energy for activities beyond simple personal maintenance of my home and yard and self, it is hard to find time to work on my many doll projects when I am deeply involved in art. e