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Sunday, A Day Off

It was very rainy and gray. I obtained some grown up food for the kitties, mixing it with what’s left of mixed with kitten food because gosh darn it they’re huge and still growing and will be a year old in July. OMG. They’re huge. Molly likes the kitten food more than they do. Anyway they always enjoy helping me open up the bag.

I took a scenic route home but it was raining and such flat light that I came home. Decided to try the new palette of colors and did this.

After making similar images on an iPad at work it was good to see and feel the difference of working in “real” paint on paper.

Getting ready for June

In June, I’ll be taking a week-long plein air watercolor class with Tony Conner of Bennington VT via IS183.org which holds classes throughout the Berkshires. A couple years ago I did a one day class with them at the Clark. This one will be in Stockbridge.

As a collector of art supplies, I was so happy to receive the supply list and then I started comparing it to the things I already had and… I had most of it. I finally put in an order for some full sheets of paper to cut into hunks and since I was doing that, a couple sheets of the plastic corrugated stuff which I like to use as my mounting board. I threw in a few brushes I’d had on my wish list. Locally I picked up a couple paint colors and one brush and a new eraser. Had that “back to school feel” except where you already have all the textbooks and notebooks you’ll need.

I’d recently gotten a new palette to try out so I set it up using just the colors on the teacher’s list.

You can compare it to my normal traveling palette here. My home palette is larger but seems too large to carry around.

I guess I’ll try out these colors and this palette before heading out. The new brushes are cool too. I’m all about the tools for the job.

Sorting Through the Paint Bag

Tonight I sorted through the paint bag that lives in the car. I was trying to make a lighter bag, because you know it’s hard to haul all that stuff up hills etc. I was a little amazed (and embarrassed) to find out that I had 20+ tubes of paint in there. I took a side trip to the APP store and found an app that lets me scan barcodes and add it to an inventory sort of list. Sorta cool, a little flakey, but learning curve.

This is the current state of my little travel palette.

Your basics: Sepia, Burnt Sienna, Hooker’s Green, Green Gold, Cobalt Blue, Sap Green, French Ultramarine, Quinacridone Red (I think), Mayan Yellow.

I usually have a little indigo or paynes gray on the side, along with some light red. Right now there’s some yellow ochre. Go figure.

New though, I signed up for a week-long plein air watercolor class from IS183 in June. How exciting!

May Day, 2018

Happy May Day! I took myself on a little vacation from writing today, after writing a poem each day for all of April.

It was warm and mostly sunny and I had reserved a spot in a rare books something at the Clark. They’d sent a reminder email and I was thankful and I’m so glad I went. Besides hearing about the library and its collection and how to access it, we heard about an interesting array of “childrens” books – and passed them around the table to look at! There was much surprise expressed about this. I think we all expected either to be just shown the books or to wear gloves. One of the books was from the late 1600’s – considered to be the first known instance of the idea of Mother Goose – from France! It had been rebound by Mr. Sterling and was beautiful, as were many of the selection – beautiful marbled endpapers, beautiful illustrations and typography. A man who sat near me taught me how to look for the bookbinder’s signature. A good and welcome new skill.

I went with a bit of time ahead of it to do a little painting, of course and it was a pleasure to sit outside in the warm sun.

Day Thirty, NaPoWriMo

It’s good to jot down words:
a line of conversation,
two words or three that
appear on the windshield
during the drive to work
good to capture them in
the dailyness of life
snatching them from
wherever words and ideas go
when they decide you’ve
ignored them too long
or aren’t paying attention.
Listening and looking for them,
muse-like they appear regularly
and, having paper and pen
at the ready, they stay.
The day to day after day
of describing and remembering
is an adventure without
known destination. The road
turns or brinks a hill
and there you are watching
birds boiling up on
paper-scrap wings to
a sky yet unseen.

Thank you to all my April NaPoWriMo visitors, readers and commentators. Hope you had a great month and thanks for sharing my thirty newly written poems!

Day Twenty-nine, NaPoWriMo

I can tell I’ve been listening to the lays of Bilbo.

Here, small works,
the labor of the world,
are known, that day by day
we hurry through
both chores and song
and lightly running
pass down one path
then next and next
penultimate unknown
a day is reached
and then the last
how many paths til
that rest place found
Neither knowing nor telling
the days lead on.
Sit! Stay then,
telling tales and singing
here where life lies
and sweet work of living
guessing what may be
past the hill’s edge
there where the clouds fly

This morning Mom and I went to visit the Cohoes Falls and then breakfast and then some pokemoning.