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I felt a little silly today in the grocery store, as I always do when I'm in the produce section. Why? Because people watch me pick out my fruit. It takes me a very long time. It doesn't matter if it's ripe, of course, it matters that it's beautiful or streaked with gold, or whimsically twisted in an artistic way. I bought three pears today, because their stems were so nice and twisty.
I hate eating pears.
But it's a compulsion. Must - buy - pretty - produce. Must - paint - quickly! And then of course there's the whole thing where you get home and the rest of the groceries sit on the floor getting room temperature while I hurry my fruit over to the window while the light is still ideal.
My husband is very tolerant.
See what I sacrifice for my art? My sanity.