Summer is winding down and it is the doldrums of reruns in the vast wasteland of television. The news itself even sounds like the olds. I am weary of discussing politics, the economy, the weather….I long for a lengthy discussion about a fabulous work of literature or piece of artwork. I would love to discuss fabrics, paint colors, something interesting and atypical. But I have to face facts—there are times I am even bored with myself. I am suffering a certain sence of innuei. So this weekend I plan to read something and maybe get about my paper and charcoals and do some drawing. No I am not an incredible artist by any stretch of the imagination. But I need to draw for my heart. I need to put on a freshened heart and see with fresh eyes. So, I am going to start a batch of soup (even though in AZ it is still over 110 degrees) and either draw or sew….not sure yet which I will feel more like doing. Nor do I Know whether these activities will make me fascinating. But I do know the task will be fascinating.
That is how it begins. I am putting a photo in here that I like—not that it has all that much to do with my post. I just thought it was an interesting picture!