Happens all the time: suddenly the art shows up at the front door of my brain. There are many triggers, some very surprising. Like when I invited an interior designer to the house and dissappointed her by rebuffing the suggestion that if I want to make money with art I should paint color blotches instead of girls. (I also paint cars, landscapes, and story illustration), as she left the driveway I began work on a painting I’d never considered doing but which popped into my mind at that moment. A canvas was ready, stretched the day before. I grabbed a circle of tempered glass and traced its perimeter and the painting was under way. I knew excactly how it should look. Think of this as a work sketch, not a finished work. The woman in the portrayal is ready, thankful, excited, and saying her goodbyes before leaving her first home to live her mortal probation.

Yesterday while musing on something that irritated me the same thing happened. I got  the most exciting concept delivered the same way. That small bother was an excellent trigger! (for the record, it was no thing involving anyone I know and was innocent. But it sure bugged me)