It's snowing in Dallas. This happens once in a blue moon and the city goes haywire. Snow on top of ice is not something The Big D was designed to handle. We are on Day 4 of cancelled school and stir-craziness has set in but we are also enjoying the coziness of being together imposed by conditions beyond our control. I have gotten out once to go to the grocery store (which was nearly ransacked b/c no trucks have been able to get in) and thank goodness Exhale has been open because the zen I derive from my yoga practice and wonderful teacher is largely contributing to my calmness and good spirits this week. My little A loves the snow, but her two younger brothers can't get away from the cold stuff fast enough. I must admit, I'm with them.
Still painting away when I can, but the little space heater in my garage art studio lovingly referred to by me and my students as "Mr. Toasty" just can't hack it. I have moved a bunch of stuff inside to our dining room, which my neat-freak adorably OCD husband is really having hard time digesting. Here is a picture of a bunch of new works in progress. I am a bit schizophrenic in my process, often vacillating between 5-7 pieces at a time because I work in layers and each one needs to dry.
Mr. D has yet to ask me to move it, b/c he knows I am working on commissions with Valentine's deadlines, but I see him shuffle by it and wince...as if the paintings and supplies are physically hurting him by being in our space. If that's not a testament to true love, I don't know what is.