I have been sooo busy! We have a construction project going at our house and I have been selecting paint colors and painting interiors. (It’s not my favorite kind of painting.) I have been gardening also. We’ve owned this house for some time but haven’t really lived here until last Labor Day when we finally moved in full time. I’ve had to introduce myself to the artists’ community. I have been entering exhibitions and joining organizations. I have been participating in art walks and making myself available. That’s very time consuming!
On top of all that busy stuff my back started to hurt last week to the point that I could find any position that gave me a bit of relief. It started when I was in the car on the way to collecting a piece from a closing exhibition. By the time I got home, I could barely throw dinner together. Take it from me, there is no sleeping under such conditions. I was miserable. I feel better now but I don’t know if it’s because I am full of anti-inflammatory medication. Once that runs out I may be back at square one. I still have trouble sitting without pain unless it’s a hard chair. I can only lay in one position without pain for sleeping.
This watercolor portrait was done last February at the Art Garage in Green Bay. It was an opening reception on a bitterly cold Thursday night. We artists essentially received each other. This is one of my cohorts that evening. She volunteered to model. I find that I am pretty good under pressure. I can paint like this with people looking over my shoulder. I guess its a lifelong ability to focus intensely on completing tasks. It’s a family trait I inherited from my father. My hubby and kids could be driven to distraction by my ability to shut out them out of my consciousness when I was deeply engaged in an activity. If I am listening or reading intensely, I hear nothing else or have no awareness of anything else going on around me. It also allows me to retain a great deal of the information that I am taking in. I used to think everyone had this ability but I discovered only as an adult that it is not.
On those occasions my kids would chant,”Earth to Mommy! Earth to Mommy!” My hubby would laugh at the chanting and then prod me to get me out of my trance.