At one time, I looked at this building on Cowan Street almost every day, and I always wanted to paint it. It had peeling paint the color of copper after it oxidizes, a bright turquoise green. It looked different every day, set against the backdrop of the very dramatic skies we tend to have here in Middle Tennessee. One day I came by to find that it had been painted tan; boring, beige tan. It was a lesson in grasping the opportunity in the moment...I would never get to paint that beautiful blue-green! It still has a structure and a loneliness about it, even if its color has been washed to neutral.
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