Distractions in Mineral Spirits. Animal spirits roam the land. As much as I feel like an animal at times I am not. Animals confuse me— the instincts so strong.
I am distracted by passing ideas. Sometimes I latch onto one and go for a ride.
The paint thinned out and flows. It melts into the sunshine and creates new colors. An accident in beauty that morphs into a new idea. A week passes by under the spring rain clouds.
The winter birds leave. The spring birds arrive.
I painted some BEAR license plates.
I have a headache.