"Aubade" (Pontigny Abbey; #2 in "Quartet in Autumn" I've recently had a few emails from folks, basically saying "How do you DO it?.......a painting every two days or so?....you're so prolific!....."

All I have to say (as I wrote back to one "fan"/friend) is "How do you DO it?.....take care of three children every day, hold down a 9-5 job five days per week, keep your house & person reasonably clean, AND do, every day, whatever it takes to keep your spouse sustainably content?......."

I'm well-aware that I don't happen to have any of those adult responsibilities.  So, I lead a very quiet life, and I paint....in between walks and/or going out the back of the house to sit, smoke a cigarette, and simply stare at the scenery and watch the birds.  When folks/friends come for dinner here (which they do regularly), I'm always appalled by my own leisure when the "How was your week?" conversation starts up......and I realize how many-many balls most folks have to juggle every single day.....from the moment they wake up until the moment they finally get to go to sleep, before starting it all over again the next morning.

In any case, here's another small picture.....one of four that are meant to "go" together, so to speak.

"...We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, remembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea...."
T.S. Eliot, from Four Quartets