335 days since I last painted.
It has been almost a year since I completed the final
painting at the 505 Mclane address. I reflect on my circumstances over this
time, some good, some bad, all learnable. I long for a time when I can paint
again, especially the stretching of canvasses. What a special time, taking raw
materials and assembling them in preparation for their cover of paint. The hum
of the saw, dust, canvas and their unique smells, all permeate my mind. All
lost to reality, temporarily for now, one hopes, one prays. I had to sell my
beloved saw, my tools, the things that give birth to my paintings, I mourn
them, all that is left is a roll of canvass that waits indefinitely to be
stretched.
I miss it.
