Hardy little plants and Dad labouring up a long hill in Spain
Dear Nikki/Dear Sarah--Day 445 of our daily art adventure
Had one of those “what should I draw? why should I draw “ days today. I tried painting flowers with an onion and a leek. Made me cry, and not just because of working with cut onions. I stood in my living room and thought about quitting. But the sun was shining and as I looked out the window I realized that almost every pot has something growing in it. Many perennials and one lone tulip. The sun was shining so I took a big pad of drawing paper and some charcoal out onto the deck and drew my pots. It was warm-ish and the sight of all those hardy little plants gave me hope and inspired me to be like them—reaching for the sun, welcoming another spring.
Hi Sarah!
oh, I can’t tell you how happy and relieved I am that you did not quit!
This morning, out on my deck, I was shovelling away yet another dump of snow! We have had a lot of it over the past week or so - the skiers are happy. The shovellers, not so much.
Remember the weird dream I told you about that was all about collage? One of the things that the dream voice kept saying was, ‘Take another look at the Camino.”
That may be because I’m considering doing my final project for my degree on collage, psychogeography, and the Camino, but whatever… I went searching through my Camino photos and printed out a couple of my favourites, including the one of Dad labouring up yet another hill on yet another misty morning in Spain. I combined my printing-on-tracing-paper strategy with an image transfer using photo paper (image printed on my inkjet printer) and, of course, a lot of sticky stuff to hold it all together…
My fingers are perpetually icky: even now, as I type this, I am aware my fingertips are likely leaving a residue on the keys.
Off now to attend my last class of the semester (Women Without Men: A Novel of Modern Iran by Shahrnush Parsipur and a nightmarish short story by Ben Okri).
See you tomorrow!
Nikki