Occasional notes from the studio — on painting in retirement, the work and where it comes from, the small mysteries of a daily practice. Posts arrive when there's something worth saying, not on a schedule.
There's a particular kind of permission that comes with finishing a long working life. The phone stops ringing. The calendar empties. And, in the empty afternoon, something else can finally show up — if you let it.
Read the post →The dotted skies started as an accident. They stayed because they did something the literal sky couldn't — they brought the painting alive without telling it what to be.
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