I enjoy painting. I like the methodical motion of the brush. I like the protective quality of paint. I like that I can let my mind wander. The morning was warm and still. Copper, the basset hound who lives down the street, kept me company. His bark is low and mournful. If Copper’s ever in a movie, he’ll be played by James Earl Jones.
Yesterday my friend and I saw The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. While painting, I thought about the movie and my trip to India next week. One of the new visitors is clearly wrong for India. “How can you bear this country? What do you see that I don’t?” she asks.
Tom Wilkinson responds, “Light, colors, smiles. It teaches me something.” She could only see poverty and squalor.
Occasionally a carpenter ant would crawl near a freshly painted spot. I just blew them safely off and kept brushing.