At first I thought, No, it's a pandemic, I can't go anywhere or do anything, but after talking it over with Ryan and the program director, I came to my senses. I'll be as safe as possible, with my own house and studio, take-out meals, and distance from the other residents. In short, I'll be in even more solitude than I currently am. Which is conducive to painting, to say the least. The bottom line is this: if I didn't go, I'd be home, anxiety-laden, wishing I was painting the mountains. So I'll go paint the mountains! I leave in a few days, and will be at the residency for about a month, with a brief break in the middle for a visit back at home to be on hand for some construction we had already scheduled. The break will also give me a chance to pick up any more supplies I might need, along with cold-weather clothing. Of course I will also want to hug my husband, and Hodge the cat, who already suspects that I'm going away and is unpleased. I'm hoping for weeks of good weather, so I can be out painting as much as possible, and Hodge can sleep in warm sun-patches until I return home, and it's woodstove season once again.
Wish me luck! I've stretched canvases and gessoed them, and sanded and gessoed panels, and am packing my supplies: new brushes, lots of paint, my watercolor kit too, and diary. I'll be busy, I know, but I would also welcome some quiet time in the woods, doing not much of anything except looking, listening, and just being. Stay well, friends, talk with you when I return.