It has been twenty years since I've done a load of laundry at a laundry mat. It wasn't as romantic as it was when I was living in a log cabin in Topsfield MA. I think it was the time spent that started to bug me. A book was impossible to read with Journey and Rush squealing out of the tiny speakers. It is already noon and I finally made it to the atelier. Three 48 x 32 surfaces in progress and one hand-painted blade sign ready to mount have been calling to me.
I suppose one good thing that came of my laundry-moment was this thought: Color is subordinate to light and shade. - Atelier Apothegm #1 (I am going to start collecting these so the number represents quantity, not quality).
Now I can erase this off the white board: Depressing or inspirational, it is up to you. - Atelier Apothegm #2