Painting Again

I painted nearly every day when I lived in NYC. Mostly acrylics, and I even had an art studio in the meat packing district and everything. But when I moved to VA, I lost the urge to paint. Poof, just gone. I set up a room to use as a studio, and tried a canvas or two, but that was the end of it. That was about nine years ago now, and I haven't painted since.

Until today. Just as suddenly as the urge disappeared, today it reemerged. So I pulled out a beautiful travel easel I'd received as a gift but never yet used, and pulled W's easel out into the yard as well.

I've had the idea for the sign for our farm in my head for over a year now, so I decided to start with that, and get it on canvas. I painted the first draft, but didn't like the composition, so painted over it. I'll work on it again hopefully within a few days. W didn't have as much interest in standing at the easel as I did, but then I used to paint for 4 to 6 hours at a time, and he doesn't do ANYTHING for that long. But outdoors I might be able to place the easel where I can at least watch him play for a few hours. M is the bigger problem. It was great today when he was sleeping in his playpen (I also carried that outside and set it up). But when he woke up, he only played in there for 20 minutes or so before he started screaming to get out. And when he was out, he made a beeline for dangerous things, of course.

I might be able to get into a routine of painting during M's morning naptime. If I'm home and not doing other errands or chores. I neglected the laundry in order to paint today. I actually washed all the clothes during my usual laundry day (Monday), but I didn't get them all put away. So our closets are empty and we are all digging through the baskets of clean clothes in the laundry room to get dressed each morning. I don't like that, but it's hard for me to get motivated to correct the situation when there are other more fun things to do. Like painting.

I took some photos, but still have that pesky photo uploading problem. I'll send an email to T to ask him pretty please to try and fix it for me. . .