To the Manor Born?

What's on the easel you may ask?  Here is the latest painting in progress and on the easel, and frankly I had originally thought of "Worry" as the title. But this past week I have to say "To the Manor Born" suddenly popped into my head and has stayed there.  I wonder if you have an opinion?  If so, please feel free and eager to give "title" input.  "Dubious" also came to mind, and I will confess that it's one of my favorite words.  You know how we all have favorite words. . .we like saying them, hearing them, using them, etc.  Of course, if you say your favorite word over and over and over, well, it seems/sounds ridiculous - one of those universal quirks I think.  If you tell me I'm the ONLY one who does such nutty things, I will be crushed and know without a shadow of doubt I am a tad "off."  

I see several areas in this painting that need some bling, so I shall attack it tomorrow in an effort to finish it with (hopefully) some sense of satisfaction. 

I escaped out into the real world today as I was absolutely desperate for faces and the so-called life force.  As if to remind me I really belonged back in the studio painting, I was caught in a sudden, unexpected downpour in a LARGE parking lot attempting to find my car.  I won't mention trying to find my keys - you can just imagine it.  By the time the car door was shut and I was safely inside, the outing had lost its luster - I was soaked to the bone with only half of what I had hoped to accomplish.  Ah, but this was a teaching moment. . .when the unexpected throws you a curve ball. . .I smiled, laughed and wished for a fluffy towel. 

After sitting there for a few minutes in the pouring rain I realized how magical it was to feel sheltered and secure.  I wished it for everyone.  

Of note, this little blog has now had over 18,000 page views.  They are, of course, anonymous in case someone starts to panic!  I am totally humbled.  As if to really drive it all home I opened the book "Art & Fear" randomly to a page tonight. . .I had underlined this passage at some point in the past:

"And surely one of the more astonishing rewards of artmaking comes when people make time to visit the world you have created.  Some, indeed many even purchase a piece of your world to carry back and adopt as their own.  Each new piece of your art enlarges our reality.  The world is not yet done."   

Scary and exhilarating!