At home, I mostly fell into bed and slept. But occasionally, I painted something entirely unrelated to work. The roses are genuine Norwegian roses, bought to brighten up a dark November Norway, and the forest path is from a walk I took with my rather timid pit bull, who, shortly after we rounded the leafy path, ran home to escape from the scary cow moos that we heard coming from the little farm to the left. I, on the other hand, stopped in for tea and a quick bout of fiddle tunes. Good times!