Yesterday afternoon I reversed my usual order of doing business. All too often I begin with the list of chores and work my way toward the fun-- studio time, reading, relaxing. And just as often, I never get to the fun because by the time the chores are done, it's time to start them again. So yesterday I ignored the messy garden around me, choosing instead to play with brush and ink. No real ideas yet, just keeping the images loosely framed around the balance of nature and man. I'm thinking of adding some pastel to the last one-- pushing the color into a more abstract field. Clearly, the world didn't fall apart because I did everything a half hour later than usual. That's a life lesson, isn't it?
Yesterday afternoon I reversed my usual order of doing business. All too often I begin with the list of chores and work my way toward the fun-- studio time, reading, relaxing. And just as often, I never get to the fun because by the time the chores are done, it's time to start them again. So yesterday I ignored the messy garden around me, choosing instead to play with brush and ink. No real ideas yet, just keeping the images loosely framed around the balance of nature and man. I'm thinking of adding some pastel to the last one-- pushing the color into a more abstract field. Clearly, the world didn't fall apart because I did everything a half hour later than usual. That's a life lesson, isn't it?
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