Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Monday, August 13, 2012
The greeting card imperative...
I have been singularly unhappy with my pastel ability lately In fact, I put them away for a while. But not before doodling up this little ditty, the first one created specifically for a card. Dear friend is having her first baby, so I perused my body of work for a suitable image to print on her card (I seldom buy greeting cards any more, preferring my own images). Well, there were some that I could have used, but none that spun my beany. So here is the effort, not too coy or sugary, she is not that kind of person, but still full of that motherlove that I think all mothers share. Fathers, they are a different story, for sure. Anyhoo, now have the acrylics on the drawing board, slapping away at paper like I did a year ago, when Boo died so suddenly. Feeling like I need to get even more heavy-handed than usual. It's about catharsis. Changing. Again.