Jane said she it was a Bad Art Day today.
“What’s that?” I asked.
She said it’s when paintings don’t go the way she planned.
Or inspirations start to look like mud.
Or when she really doesn’t know what she’s painting and apparently neither does her muse. Or it starts to rain too soon after she’s gotten everything set up outside, and besides that it’s just too cold anyway.
“Wow,” I said, “that’s a really long answer. Which one of those was it today? ”
“All of them,” she said.
“But I thought all days with ART in them were good days,” I said.
She paused for a second and looked at me kind of the way I look at her sometimes.
“Hmmmm,” she said, gathering up her paint brushes and tossing them into a bucket.
“Yeah, she said, “I guess that’s true…… But what are we going to do with this 48 x 24 inch mess?
I said it looks like a large pizza that got rained on and we both laughed.
Then I suggested that maybe, speaking of pizza, it was time for a snack–maybe something with cheese on it? She said How about a hot bath and a nap? I said I’d skip the bath part but I’m all about the nap! And then the day wasn’t so bad after all.