i know i'm not light deprived - at least not sunlight [had that test years ago] - and though i love the neutrality of grey days like today - i'm starting to have those longings for the light and color and warmth of spring ...
all this being said on the eve of what promises to be a snowy weekend here in the northeast - and once it comes, it will be beautiful - but for now, just a little left of neutral and heart-broken for the hardships of some family and friends - including a lady friend, a tortured soul who committed suicide yesterday - obviously confronted with something bleaker than grey ...
made some advances on "logos" over the past two days, and what i'm enjoying about the shift in approach is the challenge it brings - dialogues with a canvas throughout the day - night, and well into dreamland - it woke me this morning about 4:30 needing brushes with quinacridone gold and orange - i accommodated - she dried - and by then it was too perplexing to look for sleep again - but that's what raising a painting is all about ...
