...of paint. A missing brush. That set the mood for painting yesterday. Thankfully the sound of drills and hammers from the deconstruction across the street didn't find its way into the studio like it had my office. In the morning I'd been trying to read John Ashbery's Where Shall I Wander, but the hammers kept banging the words back out of my head. Anyhow, the day whipped by in the studio. I produced a large watercolor, the first in a very long time.
To celebrate, I ordered three books. A memoir, a novel and a collection of poems.