This photo from the studio is from a year ago. There are various pieces in progress here. The painting of the girl holding the key is still not finished. The painting just blocked in at the very top has been sold to a good collector. The drawing of the girls playing cats in the cradle string game is now one of my favorite paintings and hanging in a show at the Leep Gallery of Pine Rest.
I have just begun a new painting this week. It is always tough to begin a new project because it just doesn't look like much for a long time. I do what I can for the day and come back the next day and the day after that, kind of just inching it along little bit by little bit. I have heard it described like running along side of an open box car and then finally jumping up and in. You get to the point where you are no longer running but letting the train take you. You really can't have the one with out the other.
It is a wonderful thing when a painting begins to have a life of it's own. At some point in the process it is as if the painting begins to breath. It is nothing short of mystical. It is the realm occupied by artists, poets, and saints, where work is done in collaboration with God, a place where anything is possible.