Allow me to begin by saying that I could not have asked for better weather on a Monday. It rained most of the day, and when it wasn’t falling from the sky, water was so heavy in the air that I still found myself with damp hair despite the brief absence of raindrops. Usually, I would chime in with the crowd of whiners that clog my Facebook newsfeed: “Ugh this weather, ugh it’s Monday, ugh my life,” mentally adding my own list of grievances. But as I woke up and slowly prepared for my only day off, I realized that I had to make it count. Yes, days like today are good for so many things-- continuous cups of tea, installing exhibitions, power napping, keeping the Thickfreakness album on repeat (all of which I did)-- but they are particularly perfect when it comes to squeezing some creative juices. I’m talking about logging hours covered in pastel dust, folks.
Work in progress. Watercolor, charcoal, and pastel.