I’ve hated my second drum since the moment I put the last color down. Marko put it in the store – Dancing Cranes (where pieces are selling!) (Crazy) – but every time I saw it there, I absolutely cringed. I finally took it back and repaired it.
I knew I knew how to fix it! Marko kept trying to reassure me that someone would love it, and I kept trying to convince myself that the very thing I hated would be the thing that might draw someone else to it. But it was a screw-up, and I knew it.
This drum taught me about color. Each row has to relate to its neighbors, in saturation, light or depth, or in hue. Otherwise, it’s out of joint, energetically. This drum was ugly.
And now it’s not! It’s bright, jarring even. But it’s not wrong. Hooray!
It’s so nice to paint again! I quit after Wind In Her Hair took the wind out of my sails. Then my Depression hit in earnest and I lost the ability to enjoy anything. Then Jax and Carrie joined in the tag-team assault that began their marriage (and nearly killed me). Then I got into the show, specifically to thwart suicide. Next, I moved out and recovered.
At last, I can enjoy my life again! And now that the show has closed, I can paint.