The rain pours outside the studio “tat-tattering” upon my sky lights. “It is a perfect day to paint” I think to myself. Today is a much better day than yesterday. Yesterday I forgot how to paint. All my colors were wrong, or should I say looked wrong to me. Nothing was working. “I HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO PAINT AGAIN!” I yelled to the scattering of art supplies in my studio. The white canvases gave me a blank look, the bottles of paint stood motionless and I saw that the cerulean had the blues, the magenta blushed and the yellow as always was just mellow. “Stop what you are doing and come see us tomorrow” I felt they said. So I did.
I walked in at 6:00 am today and remembered as I always do. I am so glad this doesnt happen to me when driving.
Posted by Cindy Mawle at 10:20