Maynard Dixon
The more paintings I put here on the posts- the more I want to drag out the paints. I was-maybe- getting somewhere years and years ago, with painting...but it's a muscle exercise like hand sewing. Awkward at first until the hand and eye can co-ordinate and work together. Getting past the awkward can take years...and it's heartbreaking to never see on the paper or canvas what you were trying to paint....one tends to give up.
I visited a website- Catherine who lives in coastal Maine- up north of me- was painting a circle of watercolor paper each day. Had them lined up. And I thought- that is something I could do- to get started again. Just a circle with paint. On it's own or I could draw the circles on a sheet of watercolor paper and then paint inside the drawn pencil line. A bit trickier to stay in the line- but..I used to be able to do that.
Like knife skills when cooking. Or the dance of mixing when baking. Even like trying to grow grass seeds into a lawn. Or holding a baby 20 years after your baby was a baby. They are so heavy.
Yesterday and the tv images- which I could not stop watching. Because I had missed everything after the second plane-- going into work that day.. so....And it was shattering. The spoken words more than the images.
And now...
Sunshine and breezy yesterday and today clouds. Stillness. I haven't checked the weather- clouds but no rain. It's very quiet outdoors. No wind not even a ripple of a breeze.
Football today. Pizza.
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