Got to paint for eight hours straight yesterday! The light today is fantastic. But, had to relate the mark left on me by NYC - literally. So the last day my partner and I spent the entire day at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We were there from opening to close and still didn't see everything. We didn't redo what we saw last year, so that helped. Anyway, on the way back to our hotel we ducked into the wrong subway as express was all that was running apparently (felt really sorry for the pregnant woman having to come back up those stairs!) So we decided to go back to Fifth Ave. and walk the "livelier" way back and enjoy the sights since we were leaving the next morning. So between Park and Fifth I did a pure face-plant on the sidewalk! I tripped on the uneven slabs and would have recovered but caught my foot on one of those decorative wireworks around a tree and that was all she wrote. Down I went KERPLAM! Bloody fingers and hands, bloody knee, scraped elbow, and at the time I knew my thigh, shoulder, ankle, and toes hurt. But hey, nothing was going to ruin my last walk. So down Fifth I hobbled from 77th to 37th. The next morning the bruise on my leg was about as big as a latte' cup and standing nearly as tall. Today I'm still sporting scabs, a black thigh, and my shoulder still hurts to touch. But does that stop me from painting. NO WAY!!!! Just get new bandaids and carry on. Back to my brushes!
"So go ahead. Fall down. The world looks different from the ground." - Oprah Winfrey