A Hard Day’s Work
Yesterday was a good day. I got up early and got dressed pretty quickly, because I wanted to hurry in and get going on a painting that had been unfinished for too long. I worked on it all day, pushing and pulling, alternately struggling and rejoicing at what was happening in front of me on the panel.
I heard from a former professor, who said it was a pleasure to watch from afar as he saw my career taking off.
I finally finished the painting late at night, and my girlfriend told me:
Hey, do you know you’ve got your shirt on backwards?
Another day in the life of an artist.