Morning tea/thoughts

This morning I served myself some tea. It wasn't the afternoon tea that keeps you awake, it was chamomile tea which does the opposite.

I don't know if tea has transformative powers but you get a chance to slow down and think a little. Clearly, this is what I need at the moment. I got out the old china, washed the cup and saucer carefully, because it only takes me a small accident to ruin anything. Poured my tea and took a seat. I like the nostalgic quality of drinking from china. Taking sips; putting the cup down gently.

Here's what's on my mind. I been thinking of late about doing some more paintings, I ran across an art gallery manager that I did a painting for and she asked me to do some new things. This is a really fancy gallery that is operating inside a furniture store; not your average furniture but lets say a couch may put you back about 10 grand. I love the store. My problem is I don't know how to even begin painting I'm so rusty, I think the last painting I did was in 2008. I finished the painting in about two weeks, cleaned my brushes and put them away, they haven't seen the light of day since. I have done paintings that has taken me eight months to do. As to my fear of commitment. But, I was quickly put at ease when I learned of other artists taking three to five years to complete a canvas.