Things are going along fine or at least follow some sort of path you recognize; then, all of a sudden, you are painting lighthouses. My grandmother once hired a psychic maybe for a present for my mother. By reputation, this guy was the real kind. The kind that can see. I also received a reading - by telephone.
He said I would be an artist, but not the kind I thought. He also said my great love's name would start with the letter "J".
Here's my first lighthouse painting. Never thought I'd paint one of those. And it's not so awful. I feel less worse then I thought I might if you told me seven days ago, "Next week you will paint a lighthouse."
Stay tuned for tigers on velvet.
As for the J's, they were great and are long gone, but you see, we all do, the future remains unpredictable.
tybee lighthouse (& coast guard compound) acrylic on lauan 3" x 3"