Ever have a day, a week or a month when inspiration is non-existent? I start banging my head against the wall around this time every year. Stuck inside, with no place to go and nothing to see all I have is my imagination. I decided to paint over one of my older paintings that I wasn't happy with to get out of my rut. It had many incarnations, abstract, green, red and then it finally morphed into this painting inspired by my pot rack... who knew? I added the mother and baby toward the end... the kitchen felt empty with nobody in it. Since my life is full with kids and food it seemed fitting. The only thing remaining from the original painting is the bird in the middle and even that morphed just a bit.
