And it feels just fine. I had a short day, thinking I might catch a bit of plein air work, but by the time Jer showed up, it was blowing too hard. So, wind wimp that I am, I came back to Beatty and played with a painting in the foyer of the house (the foyer has windows on 3 sides, is about 9 feet square, and has not yet been fixed up any, which makes it perfect for painting in.) A good, quiet, but satisfying day.
This morning, I worked a bit more on the central panels, pushing the color direction a bit. They needed toned down after that, but I didn’t want to muddy them too much, so I moved to the outer panels to let the central ones dry. These went well. You’ve seen a version of Panel 1, but this one is updated today:
And this is Panel 7, also worked today:
The latter is hugely different from what it has been, and it is now a companion to #1, as it should be. The others also have been changed, but not so much.
And lest you think I spend all my time inside, here’s some Red Barn Art, photos I took while I waited for Jer this afternoon. 
This last photo is looking toward the Goldwell Open Air Museum (the pink bit in the upper right is Lady Venus); the stainless steel pile is the fallen over sculpture which one of these days will be raised again. I think it will make a great addition to the Barn’s yard.
The Writer’s Almanac today quoted author Nadine Gordimer, who said, ”
People make the mistake of regarding commitment as something solely political. A writer is committed to trying to make sense of life. It’s a search. So there is that commitment first of all: the commitment to the honesty and determination to go as deeply into things as possible, and to dredge up what little bit of truth you with your talent can then express.
I think that what I am trying to do is to dredge up what little bit of truth I can, and express it. That’s my commitment.
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