I'm thinking of getting back to my painting. It's been a long, long time, as I've been writing almost nonstop for the last few years. In fact, I've completed three more novels since that last picture in 2008. But it's time to get back to it. The new novel (my fifth) is resisting me, and my agent has yet to find a publisher for the first book, so I'll take this down time to do something more immediate.
I have yet to buy canvases, and I doubt my paint supply is still viable, but I've started sketching out some ideas, and hope to have something to show you soon.
Just for interest's sake, I thought I would post pictures of my work as I go. Perhaps not with every painting, but with the first couple, at least. Perhaps my regeneration will spur you on, too. We should use all the gifts we have, I know. I must try to remember this in future.
My old friend, Squeakie Stone, has produced dozens and dozens of paintings during the time I've been writing. He's constantly adding to the list of galleries who lovingly display his work. Each time he emails, he asks if I'm painting yet. He's responsible, in part, for my decision to get back to my brushes.
As they say, I'll keep you posted.