Yesterday I cut the last painting off its board. A bittersweet moment. Sorry to have to stop painting, to cease the momentum. Sweet because they're all at the framer now, and I look forward to having them returned, dressed, polished and ready for delivery to the gallery. There is a season for everything, and that was the season for painting. Now it is the season for writing. I have kept disparate notes about my art for years, now I shall collate them and make an art journal to accompany my exhibition. It will be called "The Secret Life of Sue Kalab". This painting is called "Golden Nest of the Small Bird" - do you like it?
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