I was looking at this piece this morning. I've walked past it countless times and it really struck me today that the painting is "so me". It's called Full Moon Fever, for obvious reasons. But as I considered the piece, I realized, or remembered that I really like the night. I'm what you'd call a night owl. I suppose that's not uncommon for us artistic types, but for me, especially as a person who can be prone to anxiety, the night, that dark velvety backdrop, is calming somehow. The hustle and bustle of the day, phones ringing, people scurrying to and fro, all under the bright glare of daylight, they're all gone, replaced by soothing, gentle moonlight, twinkling stars, and quiet. You know that nobody's going to show up unannounced at your door or assault your ears with a call at an "ungodly hour" just to chat. I like that.
I do my best work at night, when the house is silent, when everyone else is sleeping, when it's just me, my thoughts and my paint. Yeah, the night time really is the right time for me. :)