What is your palette like?
Mine started life as a chair. A chair that has since broken its back and lost an arm with legs that no longer stood strong.
Yet, I kept it because my apron belonged there; like two ill fated lovers who met again in their late years, a little worse for wear but finally happy.
And when there was room too for my old paper canister of new paint brushes and an equally old flask for my water, I knew the chair was for keeps.
It could even hold seven small jars of precious pigments and make them look like jewels.
And that is not all. For I could fashion a mixing board with its broken back and easily punched a hole through. I put a tube in that hole so it could hold the most loved brushes; the ones I used all the time. Of course, I also made space for a little cup of water.
The board has one short leg and one long one but it can be balanced with that sturdy tube of brushes. It stands securely anywhere
but it sits most snugly on the chair where it really belongs.
I think I am ready to paint now.
Will you join me?