now...

my new ladies are leaning side by side in my little studio and i dance back and forth between them, trading partners based on which tube of paint i pick up. it's a lovely little dance- me, canvas two, and canvas 3. i got straight to work today after inga and i had our morning jog. my wake-up ritual is growing, encompassing much more these days than a pot of coffee and scribbling in my notebook. it's good. very good. for as much as i sometimes loathe them, turns out i'm a person who does well with a routine. i've finally stumbled across a rhythm that works and nourishes my practice AND my mood. i can't believe how much i get done in a single day. a single hour. maybe i'll start canvas 4 today? hmmmmm. tempting. i completely over-worked the grey girls canvas and need to take it outside and spend an hour or so sanding off layers of unnecessary paint. if i can bring the canvas back to an earlier stage, it might actually be something i can save. if not, well... at least now i know to be on-guard against the tendency toward not knowing when to stop.