Maybe it's the onset of winter, but I feel depleted. I have painted a lot this year, possibly too much. Paintings are stacked in the dining room, the basement, and in two studios. We are, as my husband says, "lousy with art." Many pieces are at the framer's and frankly, no one here is looking forward to their return.
Today, I covered three paintings with a layer of white. Fresh start, less inventory. Huzzah.