from dawn until Wednesday morning. I leave the house
early in the morning, and spend the day either on
my feet teaching, or consulting with students in
the minutes between classes. It's great work if
you can get it, and I really love my job, but I admit
at the end of the day any teacher could forgive herself
for watching everything and anything on TV.
Not me. I dash in, eat a fast supper, and
drive to my art group. Every week I argue
with myself as soon as I'm home about whether
I'm too tired to go out again. You are what
propels me out the door into the freezing night.
I want to show you the work I've done, so I have
to do work. A simple formula.
It was worth it tonight. The model was gorgeous --
a gracious, lovely woman who held the exact
pose all night, and got right back into pose
after each break. Her hair was a magnificent and
complicated crown, and she wore a fantastic piece
of fabric draped over one shoulder. I felt happy
I'd made the trip the minute I saw her.
So that's all for today. No deep thoughts.
Just a delightful painting experience. I'm not
happy with the photo. The painting is still
wet, but I'll replace the image tomorrow.
Have an I-always-do-what-I-love-to-do day.