It was WICKED cold here last night. So cold, I slept under a blanket and two comforters, wearing a fleece hat, tank top and turtleneck, fleece jacket, fleece pajama pants and brand new fleece socks. This morning I had no hot water in my studio. Translation: this morning I had no hot water in my kitchen. My landlord got a little heat on the pipe and all is now well, but it was a bad deja vu moment. I had frozen pipes where I was living two years ago, and that led to a frightful experience with bursting pipes. Thankfully disaster has been averted this time around.
Anyway, it was too cold to paint last night. When I got home from Crossfit I had enough energy to make a quick dinner and eat it while sitting on the couch under a blanket with poodle face, reading a book I just got from the library. A book that starts out explaining the embalming process - really excellent dinner-time reading. But right before I went to bed I felt bad about not painting. I hadn't even varnished a finished piece, and that would have taken mere moments. So I added another layer to a 5 x 7 canvas panel and ... I think I wrecked it. In the spirit of "nothing is a failure" (see previous post), I am going to varnish this little piece when it dries, call it Shipwreck, and see if it grows on me. I might post a picture. I might not.