the Painting Activist

You never know what you’re missing until it’s gone! I knew when I packed my art supplies for this trip to Seattle that I would forget something. This is one of those times when I hate being right. The knife is substituting for scissors. The badminton racket is filling in for a tape measure. I’ve also resorting to relocating to the garage to avoid making a mess in my guest’s house and my “easel” is actually 2 pieces of furniture holding up an old board (that required rusty nail removal).

Maybe I would like some cheese with my whine. It’s all well worth it as the scenery here is translating very well onto canvas.