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The Portable Cushion.  Oil on canvas, 10 x 8 inches.  ©k.swenson10

Above, a recent painting of one of the beloved desert cottontails that frequent our backyard.  They look so much more innocent when they aren't devouring my carefully planted flowers and bushes. 

The day that I was going to take to go and play last week ended up being swallowed by business-related chores and responsibilities.  Something came up that had to be taken care of.  I am grateful to be able to help with the household finances, but it does have a way of sucking up time like a vacuum.  So, I have contented myself with playing in the studio, as a fellow artist suggested.  And I dance at night, after a long day.  I also find that sitting down with the sketchbook and a ball point pen does wonders for me.  (perhaps I will remember to scan some of those little sketches, so you can see the fun I had...)  I also take mini-breaks during the day to play ball with Pono the fuzzball dog.  I realize that it isn't the studio that I need a break from.  It's all of those other things - the computer work, the dishes, the endless routine of eating and cleaning up, laundry, bills, etc.  That is the work that weighs heavily upon me.  (Do you think Picasso ever had to scrub out a toilet?  Ever?  I don't.  No wonder he went through so many women....)  The studio time is the time I cherish, whether the day of painting is good or bad. 

I am happy to be able to paint.