Last week I treated myself to some new paint. It has sat, unopened, under my desk for several days. Today, I cracked open the lids and just played. With no particular image in mind, I played with colour, texture, shape. I relished, once again, that delicious feeling of paintbrush in hand, paintbrush in paint, paintbrush on paper, paintbrush in water and back, through the motions again, over and over with fresh colours, new movements, different designs.

Wanting to add an extra something to my play piece, I went back to it, oil pastel in hand and played again, pastel on paper, pastel on paint.

And that is it, for today, just play.

(And oh, what fun it is!)