Laughingly I’m on to the dingle berries tonight. Where do I begin? I’m always struggling with the ETSY sales and marketing, I think I should bring new paintings to Liv Again Gallery, and I almost want to purge the 50 or so paintings I have here. I’m painting some pieces for Still Life Gallery for their Winter window, but THIS weekend is the Dorchester Showcase and my house is a wreck with all the stuff and paintings packed to go and it’s supposed to rain. Worse, the weather person is calling for it to be windy. I have no control over the weather, so I have no worries…. just a little annoyance.
I’m thinking about that rain. I’m blogging today about a memory, one of my earliest. Chilly, Spring or Fall, I don’t know. I’m a little girl. My mother is there. It’s chilly, sleepy and raining and I remember the color. There are no lights on, just the afternoon light coming in the windows. A purple light. That’s what I remember. Purple, chilly, lazy light. I have this great pitcher that an ex beau made and I decided to paint it. And paint the memory. I haven’t titled it yet.
I don’t know. Rain and Fall make me feel a little sad lately. I like to keep plugging away toward my goal. I love to. Some times it’s harder than others, I guess when it feels like I’m getting nowhere.
But if there is one thing I’ve learned in this life it’s that the ONLY thing standing in my way is ME.