I just finished a major house rearranging/decluttering this week. What a relief! I stopped counting the number of trash bags I took to the dump or left by the curb. 30, maybe? And that’s not including the 2 dozen bags of clothes and odds-n-ends I donated to charity. Or the line of old furniture I left on the sidewalk for our heavy trash pickup week. It’s both comforting and distressing to see what’s left behind. I can find all my things now, but I also unearthed slews of unfinished projects including 20+ unfinished paintings. I’ve lost my groove with most of them, so I’m gessoing over the old paintings and starting from scratch.
Today I started and finished my12th painting. A friend inspired me to copy the composition based on photo I recently took of a red truck sitting on a hill. I don’t think the painting is as strong as the photo, but I had a blast painting the truck. I’ve never painted anything so itty-bitty before (1″x2″). I could have done more with the grass, and the truck bed cover is slightly skewy, but it was getting late and I didn’t want to fuss with it anymore. It’s no Andrew Wyeth, but I’m happy with the result. I think it’s a keeper. 
