My dear,
I’m having a wonderful time. Hope you’re catching at least a tiny spark of this joy of mine.
I started a very charming picture (despite appearances, it’s actually quite large – 90×100 cm).
Things are truly intense right now; in this sunlight, the images haunt me faster than my hands can paint them. The flowers are holding their own for now—maybe for once I’ll finish the paintings before they wither… I am truly exhausted.
As for my reign over the house, well, as soon as I brought the flowers in, the spell was broken. The morning dialogue best illustrates the scale of the problem:
“Mom, can I make some scrambled eggs?”
“Son, I’m sorry, but there isn’t a single clean pan.”
Curtain.
I’m off. To paint. For a change.