I'll mention anew what a sweet surprise it has been to find, after one month, that some sort of painting has become an integral part of each day.
When I forget it until toward day's end, I am usually reminded of that omission by a sort of emptiness, a sense that the rhythym of the day is imcomplete. Then I realize I haven't painted yet and ah . . . that's what's missing.
I quite like that feeling.
I had a surprise beginning to this day, being awakened shortly after dawn by a friend's need. Caught unawares, I responded on instinct. With compassion. With kindness. With comfort.
With what I hope was my truest self.
That set the mood for the day.
So, when rain and gray and lowhanging mists patterned the day, I wanted to paint rain.
But not just any rain. It wanted to be rainbow rain.
I like these, mostly. Again, I prefer the close-ups. For the piece to work for me as a whole, I think it needs some area of interest, of focus. I may wait a few days and re-visit it and see what occurs to me to do.
As I was working on this piece, it just wasn't enough. My hands, almost of their own volition, picked up a neighboring pad of paper, my 9X9 journal, and splooshed out a scene. Lauren, a new blog friend, had recently encouraged me not to be afraid of trying representational art . . . and today, I wasn't. Maybe I was tired and in a different place emotionally after my unusual morning. Maybe sometimes fears and hesitations can just fall away, when the time is right and the heart is willing.
I just know that I was glad to paint today. Really glad.