We have a new grand baby in our family and are so thrilled to have met her and to have spent time with her parents and older brother this past week. As she comes into the world, we are sharing the wonder with a friend whose grandson was born just a few days earlier. However, another friend across the country gave birth to a still born daughter last week and another friend's father died on Saturday. I am so sad for them at the same time as being so happy for us. So I'm reflecting on cycles.
For me painting is a time of solace, of time out of time. I can get lost in the process and be completely unaware of time passing. And, I've been very productive in spite of the business of the season and family stuff.
Here's another sketchbook journal entry from "The Writing on the Wall". Everything is such a learning experience...I used rice paper to cover the gaps after refilling the sketchbook with watercolor paper. This particular rice paper is very absorbent and the water and color flow everywhere, causing it to look a little dirty, causing a big contrast with the rest of the paper. Oh, well live and learn. I'll try to do something deliberate on the next page that has the rice paper strip.
There's a funny pinkish shadow on this first one, but I'll leave it for now.