Painted Afternoon

Sitting under a tree painting the blank white parts of my latest sculpture with whichever pattern comes to be.

It is sunny with gentle breezes, birds singing. I am so fortunate as to be able to spend most of this perfect day sitting in the dappled shade dappling my sculpture with unexpected color patterns.

It occurs to me that I am experiencing a Moment of Joy. I am lucky; I know that.

And somebody wants this sculpture even though it isn’t done and I have no idea what it will look like until it is done. In a few weeks it will be done and hopefully it will be another Moment of Joy that I can share.