Summer Studio

This time of year I find myself reluctant to sit in my studio, even with all it's wonderful natural light. Beezil requests her bed be moved onto the deck. I can't help but join her.

I have never really been into plein air painting. It seems like so much work to haul it all out to some remote location. And as messy as I am, there is bound to be a paint mishap on my car upholstery or some other inappropriate location. The deck is better but there is still a lot of running back into the house for a needed ruler or missing eraser. But I have come to accept the inconvenience for the delight of being outside.

I am closer to the refrigerator for those creative fueling snacks. We have a great hammock for those muse infusing naps. Not that I would take long naps mind you, I am always diligent at work, ( just in case my manager/husband reads this). There is a downside. Bugs continually commit suicide into a wet canvas and I have had floating seeds, bird feathers and the like land on a fresh painting. But I think Beezil's contented face says it all.

There will be a sprinkle of paint somewhere that will make my husband roll it eyes at me. It's true, a masterpiece may have evidence of bug guts but it's all for the beauty of being outdoors.