It is July and this amazes me. Suddenly temperatures are scorching. It is incredibly dry. Keeping the gardens watered enough for survival is a challenge. The bonuses are vibrant color and daily treats from the veggie beds.
My days begin very early. Channeling my grandmother <G> (minus her cigarettes), I start the morning with a cup of coffee and whatever correspondence awaits. Then it’s out to weed a veggie bed and then to the river with the dogs. When we get back it is time to deal with the chores of watering, household stuff, whatever needs doing. By late morning or early afternoon I am, finally! at long last! in the studio.
This is a radical shift from my habits of 30+ years. My peak time for thinking and making was always in the morning. I’d work until late afternoon then shift gears. With the changes in my life the last years, it has been necessary to alter my routines. The difficulty was identifying the issue and figuring out how to approach the requirements of my new life. But here we are, working again and moving forward.
Now it’s time to dig out the tripod in order to get better photos, then I can update the website. There is a relearning curve after the sabbatical of the last long while – for example, I wrote this blog entry and promptly lost it! sigh.
Little things have been a good way to get my hands and eyes working together again.
Waiting in the wings: a series dealing with my river walks. This piece is ready to be worked on. [altered photo on silk organza, layered on monoprint]. It wants marks, thread, perhaps sticks and stones, we’ll see.
If you are in the US, have a safe celebration of the 4th!