Daily Practice - Rainier Cherries, Take II Finished

3:23 PM

You know, if it would do any good I would worry. But it doesn't help. Nothing seems to help. What am I talking about? My slow, downward spiral into ditziness. I'm pretty sure I didn't used to be a ditz. This seems to be a development of the last few years. Is art doing this to me? I don't think I'd mind as much if I could hide it, but, well, since I never know when I'm going into full-scale act of ditziness, it's kinda hard to hide. 

In case you're wondering if I've truly lost it, let me just say that the lost painting is no longer lost. But I didn't find it. It found me. So for those of you who doubted my method of calling the painting, rest assured it worked. It often works when I have the misguided luck to "misplace" something. Now about the painting . . . .

I have mischievous little imps that live and play in my studio, and no, I'm not talking about the cats, though they certainly qualify. I'm talking about faeries and gremlins, call them what you will. They find great glee in hiding things and moving them about so they can sit back and watch me until I become exasperated and then they put the item back. But they didn't take the painting. Nor did they hide it. So I can't blame them.

And I occasionally misplace things. Especially when we get a phone call from friends or family about to stop by for a visit and the house looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a month or seven. We go into overdrive and do a hide-a-thon, shoving everything into the coat closet. This is Florida. No one wears coats in Florida. But no, I hadn't stashed the painting in the coat closet. 

I normally store large, finished paintings in a large portfolio left over from my school days. The smaller ones camp out elsewhere so they don't get crumpled or rumpled by the big guys. Now, this is not to say that I always put things where they're suppose to be. Far from it. That's why I occasionally find a bar of cheese in the knife drawer. (Long story.) I looked in the portfolio three times BEFORE I looked again. Today. This morning. 

IT. WASN'T. THERE. BEFORE. Or so I thought. The painting was right where it should have been the whole time. In fact I had my hands on the painting no less than three times and I didn't know it.  Why?

This may come as a news flash to you. It obviously did to me . . . .  

Watercolor paper has . . . . . two . . . . sides. 

If you don't like one painting, turn it over and use the other side. But if you're a ditz, and apparently, I am, you have to look at both sides when searching for a painting . . . . One last thing. I didn't "find" it. I was putting a stack of paintings back in the portfolio and one of them jumped out and fell to the floor. On its backside. Which was its new front side. Which was the missing painting.  

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