I think I have more than one artist inside. One who is particularly detailed and careful. One who loves spontanaety. See the right side of the painting, with which I carefully painted with a tiny (teeniny) brush, the large delicious godlike tree. Worthy of a Godzone, I was thinking, worthy of Cumberland Island, I also thought, while painting it. Hmmm. Now, see the left side of the painting. Boy, did I have a time with that. Frustration abounds with the left side. Could it be some sort of right brain, left brain issue here? I don’t know really. Something. I started the left side oh so very carefully with small brushes and delicacy and care. I ended up … moderne. Hmmm. Tomorrow is another day.
Rested a lot today in between spurts of activity. Had to. Back is giving me hell. HELL. I say.
But all in all, I am giggling more the past few days, in better spirits despite loads of physical pain, so methinks the Prozac has kicked in. Yay! It sure needed to. I must say. I needed the help with those dark moods, the depths. Lo.
Two thank you notes/invites out and one request for permission to photograph my favorite ultimate 1888 front porch in Takoma Park paleeeeeze lemme photograph your front porch. Nicely written letter, tho, in the best way I could describe my plea. Hopefully the owner will say yes. We shall see.
Two loads of laundry put away and one dark load run and hung up.
Not much philosophical or spiritual thought today. Just hangin in. Happy. Things goeth well. Hope the same for you. 🙂