Lost

I don't know what to paint. I'm not even sure if I want to paint. All the upheaval of moving seems to have blasted all my creative systems. I can hardly sit down to tackle anything.

So, I'm making a plan. I am going to make some copies of Schiele drawings to learn about hands. I am going to tear up a bunch of 8x8 watercolor papers and just play on them until something happens that I like. I am going to force myself to experiment and not worry about ANY outcome. I am searching for workshops of artists that I admire to maybe go to one of their workshops next year.

I may be lost but I am not hopeless.

Don't worry, Be happy

Abraham Lincoln said, “Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.” An article on CBC radio said that happy people are much more creative than sad people. I have learned to develop an attitude of gratitude and I have much to be thankful for. Quick, think of five things that make you happy. Better still, send them to me.

My five are:

Drinking coffee in the morning. I have two cups, each with two teaspoons of sugar and a generous dollop of half and half, just the way my Dad taught me to drink it when I was four.

Seeing wildlife every day. I have seen white tail deer, mule deer, elk, moose, bighorn sheep, cougar, grizzly bear, black bear, badger, herons, swans, Canada geese, eagles... ..some just a glimpse, some farther away than others (thank goodness) but everyday something and it always makes me smile.

Having pets. They are entertainment and companionship. Currently there is Kirra, The British Columbian squirrel chaser, and Jinx ,the cat.

A car that works well. There is nothing worse than not having wheels.

The advent of warm weather. I can hardly wait for the grass to turn green.