we get older seems really strange to me. My life seems
to crank up to the next level every couple of weeks, so
there is more and more, and more to do. I'm not complaining,
clearly I like it that way. But give me a break --
if I clean the house at all, teach, paint, read, feed the
cats, pat the dog, walk the dog, make dinner, have
intelligent conversations with my husband, remember
to call the kids.... where's the slow down?
Each year around my birthday I look back and think
"Now that was a crazy busy year!" and then boom it
all begins again.
So tonight after a really exciting day at school,
and truly great student presentations, (one of the
skills I'm teaching at the moment) I am ready to
sleep. I wish I could sleep through tomorrow
too, so I wouldn't have to wake up until the
American election was over. Then I'd know,
can I celebrate, or do I get into my bunker?
Just kidding. I don't have a bunker. Just
a basement with a TV. Good enough.
Art workshop sketch
18 x 14 inches
acrylic on watercolour paper
art workshop. I used reference from another
painting. The face is not right, but the colour
is one of my favorite combinations.
The warm ground makes the blue and
red pop.
Have a out-of-your-bunker day.
