A “mantra for appreciating life’s fleeting phases.” That’s how I feel when the seasons start to change, from Winter to Spring, and Summer to Autumn. I had a loose plan to share pictures of the clutter fest that my art-making space is currently (and has been ever since I removed a table several months ago, which seemed to tail-spin every other area), but I don’t want to do that. It feels pointless unless I have “after” pictures as well, which I don’t. I don’t want to say: “Check out this awful, unwelcoming, constricted space and see how bad it is!” unless I have the happy ending photos to show the results of the makeover.
I’ll do it someday (I say, fully realizing that someday never comes … usually, but hoping it will anyway); for right now, I want to keep my posting commitment, so I am sharing a painting I found in a sketchbook from a few years ago, because I like parts of it very much (the shadow under her chin, her expression, the hand), and that I wasn’t too heavy-handed with the watercolor.
And just for fun, a pretty sunset from a few days ago, because why not.
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