When I arrived home, I found I could have saved my dollars. A glorious arrangement sat on the doorstep. They were sun flower perfect. With such an abundance of fresh blooms around, I'm set for a week or more with lively, colorful subject matter to prolong my watercolor period--IF I can only get away from this computer before they croak. I'm still busy ferreting out the ins and outs and ups and downs of Etsy and polishing written text with regards to policies, biography and why I paint the way I do. Hopefully I'll tire of this soon and forget about mass marketing. All computer and no painting makes Linda arthritic in the joints-- and the head. If you get a chance read what I wrote about why I opened my shop; it's the truth, but maybe too truthful?
I did tear myself away, this third day after the fact, for an hour to paint. The results were unfit for public display. Obviously I miss my lounge chair on the beach. Nevertheless, I finally did dip a brush and splash some color standing at the bar in the lower level great room just a short distance from my studio doors. Maybe I'll actually make it through those doors tomorrow?