A little better today. I spent more time on it and had a rag to wipe out mistakes and my brushes. I’m learning. The best think about painting is getting lost in the project. I don’t think about anything else while I’m working. I’m just trying to see what there is to see, and figure out a way to get it down in paint. Even though I’m not good, I get a lot out of the process. I feel authentically myself when I am painting, much more so than when I’m writing. Maybe that is because I have no pretentions of being “good” at painting, while I do think highly of my writing skills.
I think I indeed be quite happy living here. The valley that you get to on Cactus Park Road here is incredibly beautiful. I can’t imagine ever running out of things to paint there.