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, September 17, 2012
Returning to Pepperwood...
It has been kind of a time of inertia here. Low physically, not going many places unless I am expected to show up there. Okay, Target, Costco and Trader Joe's do not expect me, but, gee, that is shopping. Ditto the art supply store. Need so many things you know. But, I digress. I signed up for a "sketching on the trail" at Pepperwood, my old stomping ground, this Sunday. Excited to get out the watercolor pencils again. Excited to be out in nature again. Excited to have even taken the step to sign up. I worry, you see. Am I good enough? Will I get something ARTFUL from this endeavor? Will someone curl his/her lip at me in artistic comtempt? Getting over myself even as we speak. It is what it is. There will always be SOMEONE who will think it is art, even if that someone is not me. And how can I improve unless I keep trying stuff? Okay. Off to try some stuff.