by Nancy Medina
Oil on Gallery Wrap Canvas
I've discovered the best time to paint, the perfect moment when the brush is primed, the colors are mixed in big fat bright piles, and all the household chores are done, the pups are fed and not milling about my feet counting down the minutes to meal number one, meal number two, or meal number three - when is the best time to paint, you might ask? When I'm supposed to be packing! Tomorrow morning I'll hit the ground running when I land in San Diego, visiting Metro Flower Market for all those incredible fresh blossoms, as well as a few new vases I will not be able to resist. Next stop will be for some absolutely awesome and authentic fresh fish tacos for lunch, then the art store, then picking up a student from Australia who's taking the train in for class (okay okay, she did not take the train from Australia, remind me later to tell you the whole story...!), then a quick trip to Balboa Park to set up tables and lights and get those colors mixed for class that kicks off BRIGHT and early Friday morning for students coming from Singapore, Canada, Australia, and across the US.
So much to do, so little time, and here I am, in the studio, painting. (This is why I forgot to pack a change of clothes to my last workshop. Fortunately for my students, I did remember deodorant though...!) Stay tuned here to the art bloggy for pictures from our tours of my favorite flower gardens on Coronado Island, and paintings from talented gals from around the world who are converging to make bright colors bloom on canvas and sample some incredibly yummy donuts, too. What a lucky duck I am to have this job!