The first weekend of summer
Tara Choate It’s that first divine weekend of summer. What did I do? Stayed at home, naturally. My mom and I always discuss our plans to stay off the highway this particular…
Painting
Out in the open air
As I said in yesterday’s post, I had a GREAT time with all my birding out in La Grande at the Ladd’s Marsh Bird Festival. In addition to my birding,…
The evolution of a harmless painting
I have a major case of the “I don’t want to” blues tonight, so I’ll show you what I can do if left unsupervised.
Painting with intention (or the opposite)
Several times this week I had thought about sitting down to paint, but there has always been some other job that seemed more pressing. But, I told myself, I’ll do…
Blame it on the weather
At this point, I’m going to blame my continuing vague discontent on the weather. It’s as reasonable as anything else. It’s another Sunday and I’m contemplating my work (quite a…
Vaguely frustrated
It’s Sunday night. After a three-day weekend spend attempting to reassemble my life from the chaos of the last couple of week, I have a clean house, a tired dog,…
Let the edges move
Warning: This is a PG13 post. This weekend I went to the Watercolor Society of Oregon‘s Spring Convention in Florence, Oregon. I was lucky enough that my painting “Should the…
Health Steps – Week 14
I need to make this short tonight. I am packing to head out for a few days for work and then the WSO convention. The big challenge this week (and…
The laundry won
“I’ve seen women insist on cleaning everything in the house before they could sit down to write… and you know it’s a funny thing about housecleaning… it never comes to…