I never paint anything I'm not looking at. Until today -- I painted, from memory, a scene of a brunch I went to last week. An artist friend invited a group of us to her exhuberantly decorated home. On the walls were her vivid abstract paintings. She set the table with a mix of teacups and plates collected from her travels and homes around the world.
What I remembered so clearly was the color of the room, light from the south-facing window, and the sense of energy pulsing from all of the people, the food and the pots, plates, glasses everywhere. A chandelier over the table was hung with glass grapes and ornaments.