It occured to me that the
worktable pictures I offer up are usually taken in the morning
before I actually get to work. Most evenings I clean up my workspace so that in the morning I can be greeted by something less than a crazy overwhelming mess. But I haven't paused mid-day to snap a pic. This is when I'm actually elbow deep in working and generally too occupied with the arty goings-on to stop for a camera break. Anyway, I did that today. Here is a more truthful rendition of my worktable, mid-play--
Undone creations commingle with the flotsam and jetsam of art-making.
There are several
fishy fishes on the menu today, each little scale needing my attention.
(I go through about 4 of those little paintbrushes each month.)
My raggedy hands won't be winning any Pretty Hands awards (is there such a thing?) but I still ♥ them. Oh sure, they're fickle beasts, prone to wayward mark-making and other such shenanigans. They have a checkered past, an uncertain future, and they're never quite free of painty stains. And let's face it, they have issues, but then again don't we all?