I see a nap in my immediate future. It's only noon-ish, and I'm already sleepy. I was up most of the night, painting, working; you know those nights when you can't tear yourself away from what you're doing because you're so engrossed in it? Well, that's where I was. Never mind the fact that I had an early morning appointment, when the paint calls, the paint calls.
So there I was, painting away and as the night slowly melted into daylight, this piece took her final shape. I called it Fresh Morning.
I just love the very early morning, the dawn, especially during the hot summer months. Afternoons and evenings can be so stifling and hot, and the nights, well, don't get me started about the giant mosquitoes we have in "these here parts"! Seriously, they're freakish "monster-squitoes" that take delight in eating you alive! But the dawn is beautiful, the air is so cool, so fresh and clean as the sun makes her ascent. The city is still quiet as everyone enjoys the last precious hours of slumber. For that brief period, as I watch the sky turn from black to purple to pinky-orange and finally blue, it's just the two of us, the new day and I, and everything is perfect. It's peaceful and wonderful and magical in a way. It's a time when anything is possible! That's what this piece is about, that wonderful feeling of possibility, of freshness and renewal that each morning brings, if you're lucky enough to be awake to see it.