Springbrook Park

Springbrook Leaves, watercolor, 12"x9", 2012

New Life Old Moss Springbrook, watercolor, 12"x9", 2012

Here is what I did today.  Could not ask for more perfect weather.  This morning I was torn between wanting to get things ready at school and going outside to paint.  Every fall I never feel completely ready when school starts.  But how many perfect days with an open schedule am I going to have in my life?  I painted first.  I painted until I felt I had enough outside time.  The second one is a rework of one I started at Locke Park.

When I went to school, that was fine too because at that time what I needed was to be by myself.  I arranged things on shelves and drew the little colored shapes on the tables that let the students know their jobs, and then I was about to put up the signs for the table numbers that my student teacher made years ago.  The signs were too faded to use again, but the strings and boards were still good, and the students often comment on how they like the fancy numbers, so I used student acrylic to paint over them, keeping the shape of the numbers close to the same.  It was fun.  So I was at work, I was doing stuff for work, but not getting paid, so I figured painting fancy numbers was a good use of my time.  It was work and play at the same time.  I would have taken a picture if I had a camera there.  The art room really should have at least one camera. But I digress...

Blogging is funny.  I feel like I'm writing a journal in public.  That is what it is, isn't it.  Maybe someone will read it, maybe not.  It does not really matter to me and that is what strikes me as funny.  It's more about my need to write and paint and have a record of what I was thinking as I made each picture.