Worked all day in my yard. Manual labor. Felt really good.
Around noon, I passed by my written journal and got the sense
that it was okay to write in it again, which I did.
I think the past couple days has pushed me into realizing that I'm not painting just for fun. That I have "something to say" when I paint. Or maybe the painting has something to say to me.
Halfway through the day I painted a purple circle. No clue what else was gonna come.
Then later, I realized it was a full moon. So I painted sky around it.Yeah, I know. Moons aren't purple. Well, in MY world, they can be purple :)