I cheered. I danced about. I couldn't help myself. I'd painted a potato. A glorious spud. A rosy new potato. Can you think of a more auspicious beginning to my new painting life in my new studio? It's all I can do to not add an 'e' to the end.
New Potato, 5" x 6", available
This lumpy little thing was the validation I needed after the effort to make this space. There's more - a melodramatic tale of terror, giddy arrogance and the ego crushing power of the canvas - but what matters is that I'm back.
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