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Red Bowl with Fruit

Red Bowl with Fruit

oil on gallery wrapped canvas, 12x12x1"

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I was searching the blog archives for something a minute ago and realize that I used to write a lot more each day. Things are different now and I don't write as much as I used to.

Why?

Maybe because I don't feel like I am in show business anymore. Not teaching and traveling and just staying home in the studio seems too tame to write about. And since I don't have a clue how to teach painting I am not offering tips or instruction or demos. Not knitting or baking either.

I have calmed down too. And the big excitement of the day may be so teeny as to forget it when I sit down to write.

Our big deal yesterday was the rainstorm. Lots of thunder and gobs and gobs of refreshing rain. We have been miserable watching the pond shrink daily and wishing that we would get the rains that the Midwest was enduring. A big crane flew into the pond, Dave said, and I waited for a while to see if the 5 goldfish were still swimming there. It took half the day before they all assembled on the water's surface. I was jubilant when I saw them. Dopey I know but when you can count your fish you get attached to their survival.

The sun returned and it reignited the heat and soon we were closing up the house to keep it cool. In just minutes the rain returned even stronger than before and since I had just cooked lunch we ate it on the porch with the rain surrounding us.

Black beans, chicken breast in mole sauce, Mexican rice, chopped tomatoes and onions. Some diet.

I got back to painting at about three o'clock while Dave took a nap. My start was feeble but I was able to wipe off the bad parts and repaint them. This is a big discovery for me in painting. In olden days it would never have occured to me to wipe off a bad section. I would have abandoned the painting. But thanks to my reading other painter's blogs I know this is doable. And what a difference it has made in my confidence.

And because none of my friends are daily painters I have not been discussing or critiquing anyone else's art. No competition amongst pals. What a good thing this is. And how different from being in the quilting world with my girlfriends. Still it would be nice to have someone look at my stuff and have something to say, good or bad. I make Dave climb the stairs every night for the big reveal, but really he always likes everything. That's not a complaint.

The garden is either lush or dying depending on the amount of sun and water it gets. I will post pictures, as soon as everything dries off.

We got rid of the stinking, noisy, mean roosters and are down to one chicken, Little Red. She is so much happier now and we allow her free reign around the yard. Look out bugs, she is a sharp pecker.

Today I am going to town and getting a haircut, at last, and will do some grocery shopping. Dave and I are going to start eating smarter, and that means more of the fruit and veggies that I am painting will be eaten before they go bad, up in the studio.