Its grounding in a funny way, I relax while I mix ( in this case, my banana bread) and enjoy the way the house smells , while the goodies are baking in the oven. It seems like a perfect way to start the day, and it puts me in the quiet and inward looking mood that is best suited to painting.
Then the studio welcomes me. I have a few small paintings on the go- this is to avoid the panic of having to start something completely new on a white board.
Yes, things have become resolved and now I am reworking about five older paintings. I am even reworking an image that I have had in my mind for the last fifteen years...Finally, it was all about clarifying my intentions. I am not fighting with the paints any longer.While I am holding my brushes (and preferably listening to Chopin, or Bach on the radio), I feel like I did when I was seven and my mom used to hold my hand and take me (by train) to the centre of Athens, shopping for fabrics for her dresses. She doesn't sew herself but she always had her dresses made, or 'altered'! And there I am, holding her hand and looking out at a world of wonders!
And, don't you know, Kootoyoo is hosting many wonderous and buzzing creative spaces. I am off to visit!