I finally retrieved my easel which has been stored in a myriad of places – but alas is finally safe in my kitchen, or basement … or closet. Where ever it is at the moment that it is.
Tonight I unfolded it, and although that took 15 minutes because I’m handicapped in carpentry logic, she’s still standing and works better than I remember.
And I finally jumped back into painting. This isn’t what I had in mind, not sure if I’ll ever be able to paint from my mind’s images – but I tried, and this is what I got. I’m not sure what I think yet.