They're working on the train tracks. I can see the big machines, the workers in their orange vests. The construction noises from the big machines are loud, but comforting. When the work is complete, the next train comes along. I say, hi train. The whistle is blowing loud and really long. This is significant because the conductor does not always blow the whistle. Today the whistle is laughing about something, or maybe just happy to get the train moving again.
Did you know Nature produces many shades of green? I'm reminded of that because of the foilage outside my window. I'm waiting for the deer to pass. They usually come in the morning. Maybe they'll come later. After the train goes by I realize something's different. Then I notice in the midst of green is a sheath of gold. The beginning of August, and gold is reminding that Autumn will be here soon.
Coffee, leftover rice, fresh veggies, eggs, oranges and toast for breakfast. Energy. Maybe I should eat like this all the time. Maybe I should workout.
I read somewhere that it's not healthy to workout everyday. Something about the body needing to recalibrate, recharge, heal. Maybe I should finish the painting I started the other day.
canvas, acrylic paint, wheat paste, beads, pearl cotton thread, hand embroidery
Remember finger painting, how much fun that was? So messy and rewarding at the same time. Why is it that when we become a certain age, we stop needing to be messy.
I was reading one of my art journals yesterday, looking for inspiration and came across this quotation by the painter, Howard Ikemoto. He said, "When my daughter was about seven years old, she asked me one day what I did at work. I told her I worked at the college -- that my job was to teach people how to draw. She stared at me, incredulous, and said, You mean they forget?"
Saturday, I was out walking and decided to visit the Goodwill store by my house. I found canvas boards, new ones and at a much cheaper price than regular art suppliers.
Thinking of Mr. Ikemoto's daughter, I decided to get messy. I never could draw, but what about the feel of a brush in my fingers, letting the paint become an extension of my good mood. Here's the result that I titled Underwater.
Underwater: canvas, acrylic paint, glitter, embroidery thread, chain stitch
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