Years ago I used to paint often .It was a good three years since I painted a watercolor, the only paint medium I have really tried. As a graphic designer for a newspaper I just found no drive to paint after work, having spent my creative juice each day I suppose.

But I felt the itch growing over the last month. There is a barn just down the road I have seen all my life and now live a half mile from .  I went to take pictures of a few weeks ago, the painting, a small painting, was completed about 5 days later.

As I put my brain into the paper I was aware of how long it had been since I had painted. I was also aware of how long I had been seeing this barn and how I retained something on both the emotional and cognative plane  each time I had seen the barn. I was thinking about comic books and sequential story telling...and I was thinking about all of that at some level, and I was painting.

(Discussion Point: The interwoven, overlapping montage that is time, recollection, creative process and vision visa vi the watercolor)

Even better I was pleased with the results.

I showed it to my mommy! she is 80.

I intend to post a link to the painting here shortly after I get it off the fridge at Grannies' house.