There's a book cover painting that I thought was done and had tucked in an obscure place to do the 'catch me unawares' trick, and I see it's nowhere near finished.
Some zentangles await spray gluing and photocopying for another 'what if' possibility,
Yet this morning at 6:30, the snow storm was blowing gusts against the windows,
Is it any wonder that I'm addicted to my studio? I HAVE to go where the colour sings, don't you?