(Image Source) Last month, my mom was admitted to the hospital for a list of reasons: kidney stones, a urinary tract infection, dehydration, anemia, and the flu. When my brother Joe call...
So I'm still at work on that painting. I've been flipping through the stack of glossy mags my mother-in-law sent me from Trinidad for inspiration. The colors- the rich greens, blues and purples- are being transplanted onto the posterboard.
Yesterday, I added some pretty pink flowers and a drum.
Although I have painted before, this is the first time I'm sitting patiently working to create a whole picture, particularly with oil paints. Usually, I just draw or color with crayons, markers or oil pastels. This has been surprisingly... peaceful. I feel like I'm falling for art all over again like when I was a girl, but even more appreciatively.
Last night, around eight, I went out for a bottle of wine. It was so nice to go out and in the warmth. I know we've got a little heatwave coming up, but it was nice to go out in a summer dress (another gift from Trinidad from my mother-in-law) and drive, for a few minutes, with the windows down. I chose a reisling in a pretty bright blue bottle and a white moscato flavored with mango. On the short drive back, I caught part of NPR's story on Impressionism. I couldn't find the exact story, but I figured I'd share one of the segments on Monet from earlier this week.