I ran five very
slow miles today. Although I seemed to
get a little extra, still slow, at about the four mile mark.
It felt really
good to get back to the regular recreation track, in lieu of running on that
tiny courtyard.
I worked on my
painting, Still Hunted for Their Pelts, yesterday.
I am into my
second chapter of Catherine Hewitt's Renoir's Dancer: The Secret Life of
Suzanne Valadon. Valadon's mature work
is more Postimpressionist, despite being contemporaneous with the
Impressionists.
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