I got to Washingon Grove late this morning and I was mad! First I had to drive my daughter to school... then my husband called to say he was downtown in his suit job and had forgotten shoes when he biked to work, would I mind coming downtown to bring him shoes? An hour and a half later after I spent a lovely rush hour driving around DC, I was finally getting my paints out. I had a lot of blue on the palette and I just dug into it.
Maybe anger works for me! Maybe I need to get really riled up every time I paint.