A long “to do list”. I’m sure I knew, in the back of my mind that it might take some time to feel ready to paint but if I did then I’ve just batted those thoughts away like a pesky flies. I’ve been looking forward to all the great things about the month, that my patience for the less enjoyable “to do lists” has disappeared at the moment I need it most. I’m reminded of the first day of a holidays when you spend every moment wondering if you’re having a good time yet? Then I’ve got the internal monologue telling me that I really need to get out to the mountains and at the same time fact that I’m here to paint as well.
I mentioned the empty studio in the last post and I’ve had to raid Jackson’s thrift/charity shops to make it feel a bit more homely. I got a few books with the intention of taken the pictures out for the wall but then just couldn’t do it, so I have a little library. There’s quite a list of materials I need too, that weren’t allowed on the plane and getting those involved quite a hunt. I got everything in there sat down and played Frank Sinatra on the iPad and realised that was probably all I needed to to do to make it feel like my studio.
So a few days of frustration sorting things out properly will hopefully enable me to concentrate on what I need to for the rest of my stay. I’ve found a new palette!