Eat Drink and Play

The studio is buzzing with hopeful ideas. My goal today was to put the wax area back in order so that after Father's Day I can return to encaustic. But first! First I had to prep some journal pages, write in other journal pages, cut a new stencil, scan family photos (coming soon) and do my vocal exercises. The pages above are backgrounds; fingertip painting being one of my favorite techniques. Fingertips make the kind of marks that I like.

These are the pages that were formerly watercolor shapes. This is the next incarnation. But not the last.

Happy shapes. Birthday cakes and doilies. That's what I see. Mmmm, pink and yellow, kissed a fellow. You won't recognize any of this after I add photos, words, my very important thoughts.

The reason I write so much and so small is because I am procrastinating (lol). If I stop painting for any length of time I lose my momentum. The more I get in the studio and work, the more the ideas come. So right now I'm priming the pump following the long interruption.

Asking myself where I left off. Except I'm not there any more. I'm in a new place and I'm still trying to figure out where.

Meanwhile, John brought me a plant of blooming gardenias. I think I'll just go bury my nose in one of those blossoms and say a little prayer for things that smell good in the summer.

Thinking of Fathers Day. We all have a Daddy. Not one of them was perfect but each of them gave us a life. I'm grateful for mine and I hope you are too.  xo