We've had a good week-end, a catching up on tasks that must be done kind of week-end. Last week-end was wonderful, but we didn't get much done in terms of the more mundane work, like paying bills, getting palm fronds off the roof, the tasks that come with being a teacher, that sort of thing.
But even with a chore accomplishing week-end like this one, there are soul satisfying moments. In the late afternoon yesterday, we took a walk to the marina and walked home watching the sun set and the sky changing colors--so beautiful.
And Friday, we had time on the front porch. My spouse played a variety of instruments while I sketched. I was still thinking of that Trappist telescope:
And then I went back to a sketch from late January that I hadn't had a chance to finish:
I had written the word Sanctuary and sketched the railroad tracks underneath. On Friday, I filled in the other spaces. In later years, let me remember that I was reading Colson Whitehead's The Underground Railroad.
I started the above piece on the same day that I created this:
It was the week-end that Trump announced his travel bans, and the airports got snarled. It was the Sunday before the 3 judge panel issued the stay that suspended Trump's plan. The reading from Exodus had already been planned, and it seemed fortuitous.
On Friday, I also did this sketch, based on a doodling that I had done earlier in the week during a meeting:
I thought about the painting I used to do, the times I had finished a painting and still had some dribs and drabs of paint--not enough to save, but so much that I felt wasteful washing it down the drain. Some of those small paintings that I made to run out the paint, some of those I like better than the larger painting.
On Friday, obviously I had no paint to use up, but I did finish what I wanted to get done and then had a bit of time. Thus, the above sketch with birds and eyes.
I've also been going back to look at these entries in what I think of as a visual journal. I started doing it in April of 2016, and I'm happy that I still continue to make roughly one entry a week. I'd like to get some additional markers, but maybe I'll experiment with the less expensive ones that I saw in Jo-Ann's. I like that I'm still playing with color, even if I am not in a painting phase or a fiber/fabric phase.
Today will be another day of getting tasks done--but at the end of the day, there will be ukuleles and a pot luck meal at the parsonage. I like these days when I can live what feels like a more balanced life: time for chores and time for creativity.
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