My Latest Mirror Painting
When the Muses Do the Grunt Work
As most of you know, in addition to writing memoirs, novels, short stories, poems, and pretty much every thought that comes into my head …
… I also love to create with paint, textiles, and anything else I can get my hands on—including mirrors.
About six months ago, I found this mirror in the fourth-floor elevator lobby. Gang, it was HU-YUGE! And a little chipped. I promptly stored it in my bedroom/artist loft. Then I let it marinate in my thoughts. I mean, it wasn’t going anywhere. I saw it everyday in the bedroom, when I woke, when I went to sleep.
Ceridwen, my muse, was taking her good time to give me something to paint on it.
Then, one day after work, I took a back way home, ‘cuz the main drive was clogged up with construction. And I saw this gorgeous scene …
…which ended up not being the finished painting. I think I have plans when I start a painting. Nope. Ceridwen has plans.
I finished the first two passes on the painting and was about to add more, when Pam (the closest I’m ever getting to Ceridwen in the flesh) said, “Oh, I love that scene. You’re done, right?”
Heh-heh. Yep. I was done. I’d planned it that way all along, folks.
When my daughter, Cesara, visited two months later, she, too, approved of the work as is. I do not gainsay the muses.
I still don’t have a title. Any suggestions?
Um, title choice is obvious: My Misty Mountains.