My head is spinning with the stimulation and expectations I have for myself. I paint, go through every emotion from disgust to mild acceptance, and then remind myself that this is supposed to be fun; not a race or competition. I remember and then I forget. My art training has made me stern.
All of us here are working hard I believe. From different backgrounds with different reasons for being here. Every age; it's tremendous.
I've completed 11 sketches so far. Spoke to my special friend here about how hard it's been to work and she kindly assures me that it's harder to work small than to work large. It's good of her to say that. All I know is that I'm exhausted at the end of each day.
Meanwhile the gatos show us how to live. Eat, nap, stretch, purr, repeat. Find the sun when it's cool and the shade when it's hot.
Another attendee says that she's deliberately working differently than she does at home and I nod in agreement. I want to break away; try everything I haven't tried before.
We had a spectacular thunderstorm yesterday that drove everybody into the print studio to paint. The thunder crashed like cannon percussions, echoing through the mountains and the lightening was nearby and very loud. Torrents of rain flooded our picnic area and we all stood at the windows, gleefully watching as mother nature showed us her stuff.
I woke at 2 am and could not sleep so I continued my reading of Virginia Woolf's The Waves. It's the perfect book for this place; poetic, snatches of sensual impressions, sketches of perception.
Last night we ate indoors because of the rain. It was pasta (vegetarian as well as a sauce with meatballs), a shredded carrot salad and a marvelous, rich quiche. We were quieter than usual. I think everyone is working so hard and doing their best to make the hours count.
The music plays throughout the courtyard all day long. Most of it is from artists I don't recognize and I love that. Everything is new, shiny and amazing.
Today it's Spanish guitar.
Well, time to get back to my puttering in paint.
I have fish to fry.
Something like that. Besos y besitos.