When the dark of winter closes in, and rain and sleet pound the roof, I dream of sunlight. It is nice to slip into the studio to "re-create" summer by working on pieces that remind me that the sun will return and warmth will once again let me remove my boots and gloves. I find my winter scenes too real, and so enjoy my vicarious summertime.
Today I worked on several oil sketches of the place in Michigan where we spend two weeks each summer. The cabins have been added over many decades, each reflecting the era in which it was built. New ones try to emulate the best of the old cabins: simple, rustic, beautiful. To me it is all heaven, filled with the laughter and memories of generations of my husband's family.
During my school winter break, I am trying to catch up on the business side of my art: website updates, filing, taxes, and all of the other things that must get done, but which can make it easy to avoid actually painting. And so, in the middle of all that, I am also trying to set aside time to paint. The wind howled outside today. Inside, it was nice to be transported to a summer paradise.