I’d cleaned my son’s old room and moved the easel from the living room window into what I hoped would become a more productive environment. The painting had been started almost two years before. It hadn’t made it out of the under-painting stage. These are a series of twitter posts made in September in which I shamelessly enlist the moral support of some of my new Twitter friends. I had put it out there so I had to finish. btw. I know that’s Natasha but she has to play the fairy for me.