I have a sketch that I drew with a black marker. I wanted to replicate it. That didn’t work out, it hardly ever does, the really good work can’t.
At that moment my senses shifted gears and said, hello just paint. Yes it’s the kind of hello that comes with a breathe of fresh air. Oh that’s right today at lunch, my eyes caught the swaying of the breeze and all their branches. These moments are always warm, even on cold days. Painting is a wonderful breathe of fresh air too.