In my last blog I whined, complained, moaned about no inspiration or motivation. I forced my butt to the studio Tuesday night after a very stressful day at work. I pittered and pattered about my studio, just kind of forced myself to stay in the conversation of art. I was cleaning my brushes in the common area where we clean brushes. I looked at to tiny paintings on the wall of this common area and wondered who had painted them and how long they had been there. Then my eye moved a few feet to the left and I saw this…a hook on the wall of the bathroom stall.
It was like an open invitation, a dare, a challenge and my mind quickly accepted!