Despite the snow, class was on for the day, and I spent my time in the humbling exercise Chinese brush painting. It could take years to do well and years to become so-so and even years to do poorly. Do you get the feeling it's difficult? That's not even a sixteenth of it. But the up side of class was having Sharon agree with my assessment that the most recent watercolor is finished. I signed "Painswick Rococo" and took it to the framer after class.
Many errands later I was back home where I finished the quilt I thought would be finished a few days ago. That should have left me open to begin the first of the "Canyon Suite", but D asked me when I would start on a project he asked me to do quite a few months ago. He was right. I had forgotten. And since I had promised to do it, I took out my acrylic paints and started to work on another representation of our home. I had painted one years and years ago, and it hung in our kitchen ever since then. D wanted me to do a new one with the new outline of the house as it is now to add to the empty spot in the kitchen. "Heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to work I went . . . ."
Maybe tomorrow for the next quilt. Today the idea for the second quilt occurred to me so now all three are there in my head complete with their names. I do know that important things will intrude, and I will be sidetracked from time to time, but I have a plan. Keep all three in sight (i.e., in my minds eye), and they'll have to be made real.