a day in studio; well, a half day.
With a sketchbook loaded full of ideas,
I began painting and drawing at the easel.
With a series of monotypes created a few months ago, with a common theme, I began the process.
By the end of the afternoon, I felt there was progress.
The darn left brain kept creeping into play; I kept on.
9 paintings attempted; I have one with promise.
I'll call this progress.