Supply Inspiration

The ceramic mugs stuffed full of paintbrushes divided thick and thin. And within that split the brushes came in various shapes, tints and ages and made me want to give it a go, paint something, play with color. Why not? It looked like an invitation waiting on the opened windowsill. Occasionally, the negative critic inside shuts up long enough to allow me to be seduced by materials, enticed enough to make something and, oh, how I wanted to paint the brushes and how their reflections shimmered against the windowpane. 

Melbourne, Australia