Through high school and college I took so many art classes. Mostly painting but a lot of weaving and fiber arts too. And even though I became licensed to teach English, I added a handicapped learner endorsement after an unexpected bout of a perforated appendix derailed my last month of student teaching and meant I needed to redo a semester. Then I was hired to teach 4-7 year old severely handicapped children and nothing helped me as much as the art and music I knew. And as a substitute teacher, I never minded finding that the lesson plans didn’t have enough to fill the day, I could teach any age from three to 21 if they just had a blank paper and a pencil. But I never really kept up my own art. I could regret that,because the pictures I had focused at least twenty hours on, were fun, but there was always something, lack of space or time or energy. So sometimes I’d go to a paint party with friends and do a three hour painting but mostly as a social thing. This Christmas Daisy gave me a big box of watercolors and I’ve done one a day since, just in copier paper, none taking more than 40 minutes yet. But it feels good. Like me being me.
Your paintings are truly brill!
Wouldn’t it be amazing to continue your daily fun…