I'm surrendering to quiet these days.
I've been doing house things and making art.
I can feel the light slipping on out of here and it has me stockpiling for winter. Matt took over the rhubarb harvest ( I want to make chutney, jam, muffins and pies ) and I have everything I need to preserve a winters worth of basil pesto. We lost the cabbage to a moose today. He made a second appearance in the yard this evening.
I forgave him pretty quick, he's one beautiful creature.
I found six, 10 " x 10 " blank boards amongst my art supplies while house purging last week.
I finished the first one last night - - -
It struck me how the paper surface felt foreign now, how clumsy I was around it and how little paint I used. Returning to layering washes reminded me how hard I fell back in the day for this medium. There's something about layering and shaping color on color - - the dance between painting wet and drying time. I liked how paper soaks up paint and how the dotted patterns look against a landscape of washes.
I think it's good to return and revisit your former creative self. It was a trip for me to sit down with how it all began: 2-D design, professor Gibbs Milliken, a basic set of acrylic paints and illustration board. It reminded me how much ground I've covered since those days and how the intuition to take those studio classes built a path that still rings right and true almost a decade later.
So many blessings.