Coffee. Worked on bathrobe painting from 8-10. Uncanny how it's nearly to the minute, the amount of time I work on this painting every day. At first I was happy with it, then I became aware that my eyes were wrong. More wrong than tolerable. My coffee gets cold while painting and I have to warm it up.
Ran errands, made more granola, thought about Christmas and discovered a box of vintage wrapping paper in the Christmas closet.
Ran errands, made more granola, thought about Christmas and discovered a box of vintage wrapping paper in the Christmas closet.
Today was a run day. Cold, dreary, foggy and damp. Still have calf injury. Walked after 1 mile.
Evening studio hours. Possibly finished up a couple of paintings.
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