I visited the studio of an artist who had become to infirm to work. Her family was selling supplies and treasures she collected over a lifetime of creative expression. I bought a few things and vowed to change my ways. I decided that I'm going to stop waiting. I'm going to paint on the canvas I have been saving for the right inspiration. I'm going to pick up that luscious new color. And when those bristles get stiff that brush is going straight to the trash. I am going to play, experiment and use up every bit of my supplies.
I hope that when my time comes to close up shop all that's left is a big pile of pastel dust on my paint splattered floor and the paintings that tell my story. Life is short, use the good brush.