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. She wore a fantastic piece of fabric draped over one shoulder.
I felt happy I'd made the trip the minute I saw her.
Art class sketch
acrylic on canvas
16 x 20 inches
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.
