Going through old photos. This is a painting I completed a lifetime ago about someone I once treasured. Kinship long forgotten about. And a photo of my beautiful studio in which I used to spend vast amounts of time.
I don't really let people into my studio. It's kind of like letting someone sit on the inside of my beating heart.
There's not very often enough room, and I feel too squishy and vulnerable.
But in saying that, I havent painted in there in months. If not years. Why? Who knows.
Maybe its time to shake the dust off and let the blood flow back through.
Must first ponder the value of such a venture.....
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