

I’ve been pretty much bursting with artistic energy in the last couple months, but have surprised myself by not really wanting to deal with my photographs (case in point – 500 Costa Rica pictures that I have yet to edit or share…) and have instead been craving getting my hands dirty. I learned awhile ago not to question these instincts and so I signed up for a painting class. I spent this evening by myself, the new Regina Spektor album playing, trying desperately to keep the kitten’s tail out of the paint while I worked on this – the very beginnings of my first painting.
I could hardly pull myself away.
I may be married to photography, but I think perhaps I shall have to take a lover.