It just irks me to have tasks interfere with painting time, but being a grown up means being responsible. My storage cage here at the wrinkle-ranch is overflowing with paintings. (Daily painting=at least 300 a year!) I have been sorting into piles of "sell", "paint-over", and "rotate-to-apartment-wall". That means at least a day away from the easel.
Part of the time I will be paused is my predilection for trying something new. I found I liked french-fried grass hoppers during a visit to Oaxaca, Mexico. (Hint, pull the legs off first, they get between your teeth otherwise.) Living in Boulder lets me occasionally interact with Colorado University faculty. John Wilson, professor emeritus of sculpture, recently moved into our facility and he is offering a 2 hour per week 10 week class with a live model. How generous is that? John shares my sense of humor so it should be lots of fun, He has a parrot that often yells "help" and had to put a sign on his door saying he was in no danger after his elderly neighbors called our emergency number.