I had a painting underway and was really enjoying it. Then a wildfire surrounded my home. I told that story in an earlier diary. Anyway, that day, and the days immediately after took a lot out of me. For a while it was just about all I could do to get up in the morning and take care of everyone who was depending on me. My husband and kids can do plenty for themselves (all three work away from home though, so most of the household chores fall to me). All these animals, not so much. I was exhausted and emotionally drained to say the least. The painting I was working on just didn't appeal to me anymore. I set it aside knowing that I'd get back to it eventually. I won't discard it. It's just on hold for the time being.
As days and weeks went by I did start feeling somewhat better. I thought about how much I could enjoy painting again. How good it could be for me, for my mental and emotional state. Actually picking up a brush was not as easy as I would have expected. I don't really know why. But I did eventually pick up the brush. And what you see above is the result, the newest work in progress.
Thank you for reading this. Hope everyone has a peaceful, safe and good summer.