Don't worry - I am going to keep my day job.

Back when I was growing up, I used to have an artistic bend. Back when I had time (or took the time) to spend an entire Saturday afternoon painting, I would spread out all my paints and canvas and miscellaneous accessories all over our dining room table. My subject would be anything I could find - vases, fruit, pictures from magazines, an album cover (my rendition of the "Boston" album cover still hangs on the wall in my office...I tell people how I painted it for my old boyfriend back in the late 70's. They invariably ask "did you get it back when you broke up?" after which I tell them, "no, I married him".) Now I rarely make time to paint. I feel guilty when I paint - like there is really something more important I should be doing. Lately I've had the urge to paint again. One thing nice about water color is the relative speed in which a painting can be created. If I can steal an hour from my day, I can paint a flower. Not a masterpiece mind you, but that is not the goal. To take the time to really look at something, to see all the colors, the lines, the shadows, the imperfections - no one else can see the flower like I do. Here is my interpretation...Helianthus "Sunflower"