Last Push

I have white and black fingernails. No, I am not suffering from a rare nail fungus. Nor am I against hand washing. I have been scrubbing my hands more than usual as a matter of fact. In spite of my best efforts there are bits of paint that stick to my nails and are nearly impossible to get off. So I have just accepted this mess. Well honestly there is rarely a time in my life when I don't have paint on my person or at least on my clothing. 

I hear that Magritte painted in a full suit, that he was super clean. I could see my husband being that type of a painter, meticulous and clean. In fact his paintbrushes are clean and look new. My brushes, kept separately at his insistence, are covered in paint, frayed, nibbled, broken, crusted.

Currently I am finishing up final prep for a gallery show that I have opening in about a week. I have been working toward this show for many months and now there is an end in sight. 

I have been putting in final touches on pieces and looking over my body of work this week. The show hangs on Saturday. I have made pieces that range from small to very large. I do this so that I can make work affordable to all. 

So I had better start this day. I have promised the girls a visit to the river and a trip to the library. I hope to let them play in the yard this afternoon while I paint on the patio.

Hope you have a lovely Tuesday.