On Sunday my husband took the kids out with him & I had the house to myself. Outside it was foggy and the fog froze on everything it touched. The trees would have glimmered with brilliant diamonds, had there been even a hint of sunlight. I felt like I was alone on a desolate tundra. So I thought it would be interesting to learn some Russian! I can now say: “Excuse me, Miss. You understand English?” (There is no word for “do”)
Then I charged up my i-pod & headed down to my studio to do some painting. I really didn’t want to use any whites, or grays, or pale blues… You get the idea, nothing COLD. I wanted warm and relaxed. I ended up with these fiery woods. Different from my usual style, but I like it. It feels like an oven. Dry & bright & HOT. I’ll take that.