I'm back from two days of painting on
Whyte Avenue, as a participant of the
Art Walk. I painted, painted, and painted some more. Interested passers-by asked me about my technique. I handed out all my business cards. The last time I was there was thirteen years ago...would you believe it?

For two days I flowed in the zone, so eloquently described by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi in his book,
Flow: The Psychology of Optimal Experience (P.S.)
. I immersed myself in the moment, the images, the brush, the behavior of the paint. The result is I have one commission completed, and another more than three quarters done. Oddly I was barely hungry while in the zone, though I did take breaks to eat and drink.
Two days later, I am still mellowed out from the experience. Boy, if I could design my workaday to live in the zone, that would be something. A life of hard, enjoyable work, reminds me of the hard working
centenarians of Sardinia.