Adventure Awaits

The Twins Begin an Adventure
Would you like an adventure now, or shall we have our tea first?
— Peter Pan

Is there anything nicer than sitting at my paints, light streaming in from the bay window, enjoying a steaming cup of Viennese tea with a splash of milk and sugar?

With every brush stroke, there is a sense of adventure.  What will appear?  Will the images dancing around in my mind be truly captured on the canvas?

As in all adventures - there is that middle bit.  The sloughing point... the colors are blocked out but the finished picture seems a long way off.  Doubts and discontent try to creep in... why, oh why did I select such a large canvas?   If I had selected the small one, I would be done already!  Will it really come together?  My colors are smeared and muddy, is there still magic?

But then... all of a sudden it starts to appear.  Perhaps just a glimmer, but all else is forgotten in pursuit.  The dog has no water in his bowl, the ironing has taken on Everestian proportions... and the adventure is glorious.