Inspiration is elusive and wonderful. I got inspired for an idea for a painting the other night. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a painting someone had just finished. The progress was great for the time that had passed and I knew he had been working hard. This person’s passion and dedication to his art impresses me and I think, if I let it, might inspire me.
Then, out of the blue, popped into my brain something I just had to paint. I am really happy with the progress on it and the coloring. How rare to actually be happy with something I’ve created! It’s way better than the poem I wrote this weekend, or, at least I like it better.