We spent Father's Day at my folk's house, celebrating both Father's Day and my mother's birthday. In keeping with my Dad's Father's Day, there was labor involved. My father, my son and I - three generations of smart asses joined in common labor. We spent part of the day building a section of stone wall. I really enjoy physical labor, fully recognizing it may be directly related to how little of it I get/have to do. Painting just isn't that physically demanding.
I'm painting like a madman, with some of the largest canvases I've ever done nearing completion. Learning a lot about handling paint on larger surfaces, keeping the surface energized. I'm very excited about some of what is happening, but not enough time in the day to work, and then write about it. I'll have to catch up on the blogging in the days/weeks ahead.