I have two shows in the next two months. Two big shows that warrant good, long days in the studio. Two big shows that will stave off the winter blues (I hope). It is time to hunker down, paint.
Get to the studio early, with coffee. Mix pigments and solvents and create, through that ancient alchemy, paint the color of precious stones.
I keep good company. The dogs stretch out underfoot or bask on the doorsill in the winter sunshine. From the corner the six-foot spoonbill watches me, with regal authority, through rose madder eyes.
Outside the day creeps west over the mountains, eventually blackening the roofs and Joshua trees into flat silhouettes. The cobalt sky bleeds into quinacridone red before the last triumphant, ecstatic shriek of orange peals across the horizon. Always, these colors.
It is time to hunker down, paint.