when I run, I sense his pleasure
I'm back at Whitecap, starting a big new painting. I'm incredibly excited to begin this work, it's been a long time coming. First time I've painted in a week- and that feels way too long. I hope to have it finished, or even just far enough along to exhibit, by the time I get to the Montauk Art Fair, on August 16, 17, and 18th. You know, I find accounting to be difficult, computer work mundane, setting up tents in New York City in 100 degree heat less than rapturous, and I find building easels at night in my garage to be wearying... but oh, when I finally stand in front of the easel, and there is no sound except the distant hum of diesel engines, and the quiet breathy sweep of the brush on the linen- then I understand Eric Lidell's words.
"God made me fast. And when I run, I sense his pleasure." -Eric Lidell
