I suppose one should rotate photos before posting them, but I just didn't know how to do it, so here are our efforts from Tuesday after a dreary slog of a run, Tracy sniffling with a cold, the clouds threatening to open every step of the way, and the weather just plain grumpy. We settled in an sang at the joy of applying paint, fiddling with color and generally making nuisances of ourselves to each other and probably to the wider world. I mean, WHO on earth needs more coloring endeavors? I surmise it isn't the product that matters, but it is the pleasure in the paint and the process that moves us to make art; no matter how many times we begin the dance across the canvas or the surface (mine is a board), each time brings us a fresh perspective on ourselves and on our process. Besides, the whole thing makes us laugh! What could be more meaningful?
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