It’s difficult to have a routine and I can’t remember when life felt normal. I sometimes wonder if some of that feeling is because of being brought up on a farm where life seemed to stay the same for the whole of my childhood.
But despite , and including virus and war, I am making a working week of sorts.
This morning I remembered to do my 5 minutes yoga etc.
Then I forgot I was supposed to be writing the ” not war diary” . Fitted that in after lunch .
I always imagine that I will start painting and knowing what I am doing I will create something special. (assume I am an incurable optimistic )
What actually happened today was that I painted for an hour, got bored …am I not supposed to be full of artistic enthusiasm….Read a book for half an hour…..painted some more, read a book again, finally made an effort and now one of the faces is lobster coloured .. .. I expect it’ll be better tomorrow……
I did fit in moving 30 photos to a new folder to be used in my next local scenes and chose the scene for my next commission.
I invariably misjudge how much work I can get through in a day.
As a treat I did some work on my latest local scene. It’s looking very colourful. One more afternoon and it should be finished.
I quite enjoyed painting this. Now I think it needs some depth. Never having had any formal training and being unable to understand a whole lot of artistic theory I just keep looking and painting and often magically it seems a scene suddenly becomes 3 dimensional .
I considered exercise a lot today…but didn’t actually do any. Must go for a walk tomorrow.
I popped out. ( it’s cold) to see if there was a pretty sunset.
Snow is forecast tomorrow.
Finally it’s winetime and Miss Marple again.