Unfortunately I did not make it to the farmers market this morning because it was raining. A lot. Which left me at odds for what to do on a Saturday morning.
I decided to go to the community mercantile for produce and flowers, and there I found the most beautiful golden beets. Along with a few other necessities.
Before I let myself get caught up in any monkey business that would keep me from painting the golden beets. I went upstairs. Laid out a beet. Drew a basic shape with gouache. Swished things around in my palette until I had just the right shade of orange. And did not let myself stop.
Then, for better or worse I decided the shadows were needed. Followed by the decision to give it a blue background, and finally a label.
This is what happens, when you watch your sister paint pieces of PIE before you go to bed. All night long you dream about painting, and in the morning you think you can. So you try.