This morning I told myself that I was going to finish a painting.
It didn't matter which one, just any. There are so many started and not finished, so I didn't think about it and just started painting the one that was on my easel.
I kept going. Did a load of laundry. Got back to it. Coffee? Sure, drank it and kept going.
Walking dogs, and more dogs (have three). More laundry. Painted some more.
Finally, three loads of laundry, dishwasher done, walks with dogs, kids home from school and a whole lot of painting later, it is born. And I felt like I'd given birth.
Tired but gleeful.
Peony Pyramid
10" by 10"
oil on canvas
SOLD
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