A few days ago I declared January the month I was going to do things for myself since all my time consuming obligations to other people were done. Whew! A little breather. Ah, to be obligation-less for a little bit is a nice feeling. I didn't make this declaration to anyone but myself because I've learned that when you announce things like it's all about me, me, me for the next week, week, week, people get pissed off and that takes away from your me time. It's best just to glare at people and pretend you can't hear them when they ask for favors then turn your phone off.
Since the pitbull incident, Karen and I have been talking about signs and discussing them to death. I've also been on a lemon kick, noticing how they bring out the flavor in everything! So, one night I painted this piece summing up my feelings about life giving you lemons and what lemons in cooking have in common. Ooooh, deep! The original and prints are available in my shop.
All this business with lemons made me feel like I wanted to work with watercolors. Lemons-lemonade-watercolors. It's a natural progression. I spent today in my art closet and created half a dozen new pieces. Then a tragedy of epic proportions happened. For the first time in 12 years, I somehow knocked over the water jar that holds the dirty brush water. Of course the jar was full with brushes and water and it spilled all over the surface, an ironing board without a pad, right through the holey top onto the capret beneath. This coud've been way worse because I normally have my iPhone on the ironing board and luckily I did not since I was avoiding society. Still, paintings ruined, carpet soaked, me totally annoyed at myself for not ever putting a pad on my ironing board desk. Oh, look at that, life sent me a wake-up call!
I think I will get a pad for my ironing board desk now.
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