Having read several things about how artists work, it seems to be a fairly common thing for us to spread out over several surfaces and be perfectly content until the project is completed. When that happens, many of us proceed to clean the slate so to speak and begin anew with a fresh, untainted palette (or desk or table or lap).
And that is exactly what I was doing when I discovered a clipping on my desk from a couple of weeks back. It seems I cannot resist tearing little bits and things from newspapers and magazines that seem worthy of contemplation. (I think I must get this from my mother who was really good at finding snippets of important tidbits in various places.)
Anywho, I found this in a column by Marilyn vos Savant and after reading it to myself, I then read it aloud to my husband who happened to be sitting across from me at a breakfast place at the time. He is used to me doing this sort of thing and I expected he would agree that it was interesting. After I read it, he paused for a split second which made me wonder ever so briefly what he was thinking. Then he said, “That’s the sort of thing that makes you think ‘how can there not be a plan’.”
I thought it was pretty cool,too. You can read it below.