Since summer began I feel as if I've been shot out of a cannon and I haven't hit ground since. In the next eight evenings I have only one free. On one hand, it's delicious to be social and to have so many invitations, but the balance is the tricky part.
Up to my elbows in water-based oils at work, suddenly understanding more than the primary elements of color. Having undergone absolutely zero formal instruction in the art of paint/color, it's all new and all incredibly eye-opening. Thinking of taking a painting class, which is completely out of character for this poet/baker/piano-player.