It's been awhile since I posted here, it seems so easy to get carried away with life, forgetting the priorities and habitual joys that have defined it until, like Wile E. Coyote, I looked down and saw my trajectory had taken me off the cliff and into space. My feet forgot somewhere along the past weeks that they were no longer touching "ground".
On a vacation visit to Lake Crescent, Washington, recently, Jim and I stayed in accommodations near the lake, enjoying a few days of rest. Jim got some nice photography time in, and I tried out a new sketchbook I'd ordered, designed for wet media. It sucked. The sizing on and in the paper was so water-resistant, the watercolors slid around and nearly came off the surface again with each paint stroke. Hmm. What to do with this book? Oh, yeah, mixed media! Or, whatever wonderful wet media I love to play with. So this sub-standard book has become a perfect place to practice collage and acrylic painting techniques.
Or acrylic ink stamping. Or whatever. I refer to this study as "Temple Attendants". Not sure what their story is. It's waiting to be written.