Miraculous

And suddenly there I am, in the sun, painting, listening to Luciano Pavorotti and Joan Sutherland sing La Traviata while the most beautiful lime in the history of the world sits patiently for me.  Not perseverating, not fretting, not baking for Holiday parties, not fixing things or worrying or running errands just lost in paint:  What color is that reflection?  At what moment does the lime appear darker than the background?  At what moment does it become brighter?  Is there an inbetween?  What is the color of the penumbra, what is happening where shadow stops and light begins?  Such glorious questions.  The paint so satisfyingluy sensuous. I'm not sure how I got there and I'm not sure when I'll be back but thank you.

Comments

[Pink mohair]

Love this post and painting.

[permanent magneta]

Thank you Pink.