I just finished a picture all in shades of red and pink–it makes me happy just to look at it. Now I’m starting something totally different–well, a different pallet anyway. Now I’m all yellow and blue–like Monet’s dining room. Here’s the hard part. I start out with an idea-complete and perfect in my head, but on the paper it’s just a few pencil marks and pen scratchings. It’s kind of like a newly hatched chick–we know it will become a thing of beauty, but at the moment it’s kind of yucky. I just have to keep at it.