Then along comes an invitation to submit work for a gallery show about time and minutes in particular. I love gallery 22 North right here in Ypsilanti, MI. Time? Sure, I can work with that.
I painted a number of works consciously thinking about the minutes of my days. I pondered my daily walks and how many steps I take in a minute. Nope, I don't have the app for that, but in retrospect notice it took 1 minute to walk to the corner. How long IS that traffic light? How fast can I paint a person? I was teaching a class called watercolor Quick and Easy. Talk about speed painting.
Hmm what is the juror thinking about? I submitted five works (the limit), and the coffee pot made the cut. I painted that in my kitchen--standing and looking at my subject on the counter. How long does it take to brew my morning caffeine fix? The juror related to that. It was a delight to attend the opening reception in time slots allowing a few of us at time, but it was live. Ah precious minutes of almost normal. Here's what I submitted (coffee first) along with a few others.