It's still COLD. I realized one night recently when I was going from the studio into the house that I wasn't holding my breath, that I was actually breathing. When it's cold like it has been I tend not to breathe which is not a good thing!
I'd like at some point to do a batch of snow paintings. I started one last March but didn't finish it so I'll need to get to that soon while I have the actual stuff around me. This painting is one I did in Olivebridge about 14 years ago. It was how I was feeling. I'm glad the tortured artist is an identity I have left behind.
Later, Melissa
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