Hmmm, distressing thing is happpening in Ingworld; I am no longer able to see pages of books in bad light (ie: in bed, pretty much my only reading time) or when they are close to my face. This can only mean one thing and it is not something I was ready to accommodate in my life yet: reading glasses... One of those things you take great comfort in is spotting the genetic strengths in your family and resting assured that at least these may cancel out the negatives; so on one side we have: Short stature, tendency to shape of pear, no athleticism, stoopy shoulders, varicose veins. On the other: Thick, ungreying hair, small perfectly formed feet, creativity, 20/20 vision.
Remove one of these and the package just isn't quite as even... I shall compose a letter; 'Dear creator God, I am grateful for your thoughtful bestowment of a number of positive gifts and added features that have doubtless made my path through life a tiny bit easier, but I would like to draw your attention to paragraph 2/1.5 which clearly states that 20/20 vision is part of the package "for a reasonable time into middle age".'
Or, more realistically I shall have to visit one of the infernal and overpriced purveyors of ageing face furniture; I have just never seen myself as a speccie, and whilst realising that an element of karma may be at play for the childhood taunts aimed at my short-sighted brother, it is no comfort. I can't even keep sunglasses on my face; the perfect straight slope of my nose has no hope of propping plastic; greenflies slide off the end with no obstruction, I would imagine.
I fear that the onslaught of nature cannot be ignored, however, or at least at my peril and inconvenience; I am beginning to suspect that the near-daily headaches may have a connection..
Despite, and probably because of, the downpour outside, I have had a seriously good studio day; hooked up the ipod with some new playlists, sorted a bunch of boards out and settled in with my saddo pen collection and some good vibes. Finished 'Maja' who is a Swedish forest angel, suggested by my Swedish pal and his ruminations on the maypole and flowery girls; I'll leave her to sit for a day or so and poke occasionally with a brush at bits that need changing, then she can join the ranks of the angels for November. It is going to be hard not sharing these before time; I shall have to veer off into some non-angelic pictures at some point in the next couple on months or I will have nothing to show for my labours! Until, of course, November. It is going to be a kick-ass show, if you will pardon the expression; I have really found my stride this year and I am really pleased with what I am turning out. Usually there is a gap between what I see in my brain and what comes out on the board; at the moment my paintings are beginning to exceed expectation. Quite exciting.
Also got the lovely email that means I have a cheque to pick up for 'With Wings' and some smaller prints, which essentially means paint shopping and framing another couple of my recent pics.
Hopefully this will fund the framing for November in stages over the next few months.
On a positive note and full of the joys of a truly hideous rainy day I shall adjourn back to the sanctity of the studio and hope Twig has stopped trying to eat the potaotes I use for printing...
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