I have been going through my old journals looking for the title of a book that Tom mentioned last night. He said that I had told the him about this book about two years ago. Neither one of us could think of the title... but as I am going through my journals looking for that book title, I am instead making  notes about paintings I would like to make this summer. I am always wishing that I could be painting, but painting is extremely time consuming for me. I layer, which means layers have to dry before new layers can be added. I also sand the paint and paint has to be really really dry in order to sand it.  I painted this wheel last winter, along with the bird perched on the thin branch at the top of my page...