January is now over and February is upon us. I vowed to take the month of January off to recoup after the holidays and unsettling news stories. By the end of December, my painting mojo was on some other planet and I needed time to find it again. So, no social activities, concerts or major events in quiet January.
I broke the quiet last evening when I went to a small jazz performance by a world class guitarist and a flute player. It was the perfect way to rev up the mojo again and get me back to both painting and writing.
As for the groundhog who apparently poked his nose out this morning in Pennsylvania, I don’t know. I’ve got myself on a media diet this month and as far as I’m concerned, “No news is good news” for the month of February. I’m hoping that the worst will be over by the end of the month. “Yeah,” I hear you say, “right.”
Either way, I’m happily playing with the paints and gesso, the palette knives and canvas even as I fiddle with words for a new poem. My first major art instructor told me long ago to put my easel in the best light and my writing desk next to it. “They’ll feed each other.”
Judging from what’s happened so far in February, I have to think he was right. My painting table and my writing table (with computer) are, in fact, right next to each other. I’m able to move from one to the other as the paint dries or the words come slowly and feel the resonance between the two.
It may not be magic, but it’s something. And I’m keeping it.
First February painting, 11×14 acrylic, “Map of the Inner Harbor”
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love your painting..Glad you are writing.xxoo W