I've been living in the Pacific Northwest for five years now but I guess the western sky is indelibly imprinted on my psyche. I laid in a figure painting this morning but was then irresistibly drawn to paint abstract paintings. I made two but am going to save the other in case I find myself with a week's worth of paintings that I don't particularly want anyone to see. Which is what happened last week.
This could also be a tempest at sea.
