Yesterday morning we were thrilled that we were able to go to the National Gallery of Art to meet a friend for the Gauguin exhibit, only to have my migraine spike to nine on on the second level of the show. Argh, indeed. Loved the work, though, incredibly inspired, can’t say enough about it, although we had to come straight home. I was down for several hours, then up and down for most of the day after that, painting on the Kauai Cliffs as you can see, above, where I could. Then I spiked again at 4:30, at 5:30 and stayed at a 9 for the rest of the night. Get this, overnight I had 8 nightmares. Really.
Suffice it to say that today I’m rather down, kinda beaten down. Hard to get behind anything, but trying to go forward nonetheless. Intending to paint where I can without ruining anything, and responding to a call for artists due today online.
That being said, I’m liking the way the Kauai Cliffs is shaping up, especially the water and the mountain. Soon it will be done.
Although new canvases for acrylic await me, I’ve decided to do at least two more pastels: one of the Shamanic Petroglyph photograph that my Paiute Tribal leader friend Gaylord Robb just sent me last week, and another of water, kind of, I think, not sure, an abstract, it’s still forming in my mind, in part in response to Gauguin.
It is truly beautiful out there today, though partly/mostly cloudy. I’ll take it, the humidity, the warmth. I opted for the full-length white linen skirt, white tee, and white hoodie, no jewelry, so minimal I’m barely there it seems. I’m floating. Hee. I’m very spacey, that’s for sure, probably from so many nightmares — I think that’s a record for me. Anyway, the leaves are greening out everywhere in the most amazingly inspiring colors that I’m also wanting to paint another Cumberland Island tree painting soon, which was my inspiration before seeing the Gauguin exhibit yesterday, as we drove through the George Washington Parkway forest. So lovely. And grackles, and mourning doves, all the birds, and bees. Oh, I’m quite beside myself with this Spring all around. Hopefully I’ll be more awake tomorrow, although the forecast for the morrow is storms, and the next day. Sigh. But Thursday — yes! Sun! One must live from one day to the next with one’s catch, as it were. Slippery silvery fish shining in the net — catch and release.