Sometimes the still life table becomes my three-dimensional planner. Things on the table remind me of tasks I need to do. The teapot needs to be revisited and the stripes and the compotier also — they need to become drawings — they need to be painted because they’re all going into the big painting. They will be parts of it.
And the picture of my parents reminds me of another painting that’s in the planning stage. I have a calendar, but the things are reminders too.