The joys of solitude

I spent most of the day alone today and discovered some
vital truths. One -- I realized how strong I've become in the
12 days since I broke my ankle. Two -- I realized how much
stronger I would like to be.

Warm Companions
acrylic on canvas
4" x 6"

But seriously - solitude is a wonderful gift to an artist.
I struggled around the house, sliding downstairs holding
my crutches, crawling upstairs, holding my crutches. I
whirled around on the wheeled office chairs on our first
and second floors. I hobbled outside after a re-heated supper
found in the fridge, and sat with my foot up on the back porch
looking at the evening clouds. And I painted. The
long silences between kind friends and relatives calling
to offer assistance, and my son coming home from work
bringing me roses, left me time to breathe and realize
how lucky I am to be an artist.

Here's the almost finished kettle and teabag jar painting.

Have a happy to be yourself day!