Into the studio early today for scheduled time, but what to do? I painted the edges of 4 paintings on Monday and they aren't dry yet, so I can't put the one that's nearly finished up on an easel for a couple more days. So what to do? I puttered around, looked at a book on Fairfield Porter, one of my all time fave painters, stared out the window. The studio is above a daycare, and the playground was empty. Something about those shapes, the shadows, looking down on it all....Isn't it true that what you need is always there for you?
