Sleeping habits, or the lack thereof, are such that we've moved our children's beds into our bedroom. And after a week-long stretch of fever amidst a month-long Willy Wonka marathon, daytime seems a blurry continuum. Interestingly, painting has never felt so rooted in somnambulism.
I find myself humming throughout the day, mostly songs from Willy Wonka. Grandpa Joe sings the sweetest: about a golden twinkle in his eye. These are my twinkles. Even if they are out of focus most of the time.
This is my first watercolor. Painted while I was in Ireland in 1997 on a bicycle with a rucksack. My preschool watercolor kit consisted of six colors. The sable haired, flat-head brush I still use today.