Camel Rider ...

I came home last night to find that my dog had chewed up three of my best and most expensive oil brushes. I don't know why she did it, or even how. It doesn't matter, I suppose. My blood pressure has been so high this past year, that I've been told to let things go and stay calm as much as possible. There was still a lot of shouting and flushed anger, but things settled to an understanding of sorts. She stayed as far away from me as possible, and I ignored her all the rest of the night.

Some of that turmoil was used as a focus on a watercolor and conte painting. I don't know where the idea came from or why. It doesn't even reflect any anger.  I felt much better afterward, which is a reward in itself.