SATURDAY MORNING

Most mornings, I am painting before I've finished my first cup of coffee. Before I'm dressed. Before I've had breakfast. Before my brain wakes up.


Some mornings, I have about as much desire to paint as I have to clean the house. Today is one of those mornings.

I am asking myself,

"Self, what do you want to do, if not paint?"

Self is not answering as of yet.



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One more cup of coffer later:

Self may be giving me a hint.

I recently made a decision that I simply do not like painting with oils. Acrylics are a much better fit for my patience factor.

But what to do with all that mess of oil paints...a LOT of oil paints! I tried to give them to Brandon, but he declared himself to be a paint snob and mine were simply not good enough for him. Harrumph!

Happily, I found someone...another plebian, like I....who gratefully accepted them. Brandon did take away my half-full container of very expensive Turpenoid. That leaves me with only a motley collection of old uncompleted oil paintings which I kept telling myself I would finish 'one day.'

Walking by my storage area this morning, I wondered just how many of such paintings I had taking up space. I started pulling out paintings. Before I knew it, I had a pile of them, which I can dispose of. I'll rip those canvases off the stretcher bars and perhaps, get paint snob Brandon to make me some new canvases for them. Unless, of course, they fall beneath his very high standards and he refuses to do so.

Which he might.

There are other things taking up space in my studio which I will probably never use again.

Instead of painting today, I just might have a clean up and clear out marathon day.

I might be left with an empty cupboard. If so, I can eliminate one piece of furniture from this overcrowded studio.

That would be a good thing as Sir Brandon has talked me into getting a really huge.....HUGE....canvas from him because he is trying to clear out his own studio space.

I am also having thoughts of making some other more drastic changes in this room.

But first, I'm going to ask Self what she thinks of my ideas.

I'll let you know what she says.

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She said, "Go for it!"

So, I did.

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Eight hours later:

I am tired.

And I am grateful for a cleaned up, cleared out, much more usable studio space!