Adventure Awaits
“Would you like an adventure now, or shall we have our tea first?”
Is there anything nicer than sitting at my paints, light streaming in from the bay window, enjoying a steaming cup of Viennese tea with a splash of milk and sugar?
With every brush stroke, there is a sense of adventure. What will appear? Will the images dancing around in my mind be truly captured on the canvas?
As in all adventures - there is that middle bit. The sloughing point... the colors are blocked out but the finished picture seems a long way off. Doubts and discontent try to creep in... why, oh why did I select such a large canvas? If I had selected the small one, I would be done already! Will it really come together? My colors are smeared and muddy, is there still magic?
But then... all of a sudden it starts to appear. Perhaps just a glimmer, but all else is forgotten in pursuit. The dog has no water in his bowl, the ironing has taken on Everestian proportions... and the adventure is glorious.