We worked well into the night on our respective pieces. Craig painted in silence, but he had moved his easel now and his body was now facing me instead of away. I couldn't see why he was working on though. He wanted to keep it a a secret until it was finally done.
I, on the other hand, was not at all sure what I was doing. I had started and destroyed so many different shapes that I had lost count at 20. The creative juices just weren’t flowing the way they had that night. But I also think that had to do with the fact that I was not severely depressed anymore unlike that day.
I had just squashed another wet piece when a granola bar was waved in front of my face.
“You need to eat something,” Craig stated. He waved the bar in my face again. “It has cranberries in it.”
I hated that he had picked up on my slight addiction to the fruit.
I grabbed the treat with a grateful smile and moved away from my now destroyed piece. “Any progress on yours?” I asked.