After the incident yesterday with oil paint sticks and the carpet, the Professor has decided to put down a canvas drop cloth in the living room to match its twin in the studio/dining-room. Seems he doesn't trust me not to drop oil sticks or their shavings onto the carpet again. He's usually right about these things anyway. I'm just grateful our carpet is nearly the same color as the drop cloth, at least initially. I suppose if we owned this place it wouldn't be such a big deal.
In preparation for both the Fire Belles Christmas and the Allied Arts Christmas Festival (yes, I got in!), my living-room has begun to look like a factory. A table liberated from storage has taken up residence behind a chair providing an extra surface above and storage beneath for the mountains of paper needed to fill my ever-increasing collection of journals. A tower of 12x12 canvasses are snugged in under there as well.
Dining table now has a 2nd tier for drying created with an extra table top and glass vases.
And I am daily gaining stamina by simply showing up and playing in said factory. I can't wait to get started each morning at the drafting table.
And I fall into bed and sleep like a baby every night.Life is good.
I wish I could do all the fun stuff you are doing! I didn't even get to any drawing during my short break. Now who has the time?!
ReplyDeleteI keep a sketchbook in my handbag and doodle/draw wherever. Sometimes I even carry my set of watercolor pencils and a waterbrush. Rather than taking notes on a sermon, I respond with a drawing. Makes the message truly mine and the people who sit around me are finally used to it. :)
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