After days of glueing, sanding, gilding & drawing, finally a few consecutive hours to paint.
I like a degree of order to my table, although it rarely lasts too long. Brushes are picked up, washed out, marks made on paper, drips fall.
Dusk falls too soon, although now after 5pm. I adore daylight.
After singing and praying and painting and being lost, suddenly I’m not alone. (Still a long way to go…)