It’s finally happening…drywall. Yep. You got it. Walls. Things to hang things on. Finally.

This weekend Farmboy and I went to the Everson Museum to see Turner to Cezanne. Masterpieces collected by the Davies sisters. A beautiful collection of work. My favorites were the Van Gogh and a small painting by Jean Francois Millet featuring a young girl minding a flock of geese.

While we were soaking in the art Farmboy said to me…”Isn’t it interesting that we are here looking at art on the same day that we were getting your studio ready for the drywall guy?” Yes, I had thought about it all day. I was excited to go to the exhibit and get inspired to paint again. Its been awhile. Design and painting are the same and different to me all at once. Farmboy, the sweet, generous soul that my soul loves, said, “perhaps the new space should only be for creation…. no production”. You mean no fabric up there? No frames? No storage? Just my easel. The view. And paints. No copiers. No printers. Just my easel? Oh, what a thought. Maybe a cat… a dog. You know, for distraction. Okay let’s not forget a bathroom and coffee pot, but other than that I think I’d be in heaven.

I haven’t painted in oils since my children were born. Hmmm. The Bean is 8 and LaLa is 5. It’s been too long. Will I remember? I am so jealous of the Painting a Day people. One day I will be one of them too. Just wait. Next year LaLa will be in first grade and I will have a chunk of time. Just you wait. I will embrace that time and mourn it all at once. Who knows… maybe I’ll paint a portrait of it.