Morning Studio

This was a truly collaborative venture.

And heaven help us, it is a product of Social Media.

I’ve got this blog thing going and one or two people out there actually seem to read it.

When I came over to the studio on a cold November morning

with the barest hint of light in the early eastern sky

I went inside and turned on the lights, took my pill

and walked out to join Finn for our daily trek around the lower forty.

As we turned the corner, by the hibernating lilacs,

I was drawn to the warm rich color glowing from the kitchen windows.

Outside, and all around us, the ground, the sky, the air, was steely blue grey.

The rest of the neighborhood, the farm and the houses here and over there were dark and still

save for that tiny light in our little corner and the bliss felt so good…I wanted to share.

So I snapped a pic with the phone and sent it to my blog readers and facebook friends

so they too would have something warm and beautiful to greet them when they awoke.

Some of them liked and some of them loved and most of them thought it was a painting

and more than a couple of them said is should be a painting and I guess I agreed.

I started this the week before my knee replacement surgery.

I was fearful and anxious, and needed a distraction, and I deliberately left it on the easel unfinished,

thinking I would have an easier time of getting back into the swing of things if most of the compositional decisions

had been made, and what was left was the detail…the fun part.

It was a long hard two months until my creative energy returned enough to make my way back to the studio.

And, when I finally was able to manage the short walk over from the log cabin and turned on that kitchen light,

I knew everything would be all right. It’s all in the details.