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I often mis-remember/combine/ or translate idiomatic phrases, much to the puzzlement and amusement of those around me.
I cleaned up my studio on Sunday, sat down at my drawing table, and couldn’t think of anything to draw or paint. Sometimes if I paint a background, I get inspired so I mixed up a bright, spring-green color. The color made me think of the expression, “like mushrooms in Spring.” Afterwards I realized that expression doesn’t exist — I had confused the phrasing of “springing up like mushroom after rain.” Oy.
Acrylic on mixed-media vellum
This is a little composition experiment I painted as I’m thinking through this month’s journal quilt… (I know… only days to go in March and I’m still in the planning phase… but I have a really, really, really good excuse this time).
The spring-like weather drew me out into the garden last week so the first two garden beds are off and running — peas and radishes are all poking their noses of the ground. Spring is coming.
More importantly, I’ve finally started on my next writing project. I’ve got 40 3×5 note cards of ideas for scenes so the project seems to be coming along as nicely as my garden.
Have to protect those little sprouts, carefully. And those fledgeling ideas.
Ok… I know it’s Thursday, not Wednesday but I have a REALLY good excuse this week — I hit a tree while skiing on Sunday and that threw the whole timing of my week off. And it also hurt a bit.
The theme of this month’s Sketchbook Challenge is doodling — that feels like cheating because I already spend most of my drawing time doodling.
When I started drawing a year ago, I was really intimidated by a blank page and the need to be perfect. I would erase and re-draw lines until I put down my sketch in disgust. I couldn’t get my drawings to come out right. One morning I couldn’t find my pencil so I grabbed an ink pen… and now I mostly doodle in ink. I can’t fix an ink doodle so I’m free to be messy and explore.
This was exactly the kind of week I wrote about in my post on resolutions — my youngest had an emergency appendectomy on Monday throwing our lives into a swirl of stress and chaos. Luckily we caught it in time and he is already up and about and chipper as can be. I am incredibly grateful to our Peds practice that caught it and sent him to the ER.
Last year I would have not even bothered trying to do any art this week, writing off the whole week as a loss. Instead I grabbed my sketchpad and a sharpie and did a little doodling while I sat next to him and we watched TV together. It felt good to do a little something arty and he has fun making requests: