But one can't live by words alone. The canvas called, so I hauled out the step ladder and started working through the transparent glazes. Usually I am fairly disciplined but a high fever makes short work of sensible work plans and I have been painting everywhere on the canvas, while trying to keep track of what stage each section had reached.
When Jon came home last night, he found me wearing my pj's, an outdoor jacket, a tuque, and a blue housecoat on top. Apparently I was also sporting a blue moustache. Tonight might be no better. Well, it worked for Dali.
In any case, seeing as the right side is further ahead, here is a 2' x 3' slice of it. There's still a long long way to go and you can count on the sky no longer remaining pink.