Not every day at work is the same. It really doesn't matter what you do or who you are, it just isn't. Even if you absolutely love what you do, and even if you give it 110% every single day, there are just days, well moments when you're more "in the zone" than others. Those are the days that if you're a runner, you just somehow can run that tiny bit faster and it wins you the race, or if you're an office worker, that pile of work you could never finish becomes something you easily tackle. You know what I mean, those times when you just melt into your work and there's nothing else. Distractions that are always there just magically fade so far into the background, they just aren't there anymore. It's awesome, but it's fairly rare.
I had one of those moments yesterday. As the bright sun came streaming into my window, warming me despite the fact that it was cold outside, it was just me and the paint. The result? The piece you see here, part of my East Coast Serenade series. It depicts a lone sailor coasting along the unusually calm water, his only light the glow of the full moon. It's peaceful, it's calming and there's a hint of mystery. I call it Guided by Ghosts. The reason for the title is two-fold, first, it speaks to the mystery of the piece and secondly, it describes the feeing I referenced above, the zone, because in a very real way it felt like the paint was guiding me and not the other way around.