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.
"We Three"
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Portrait of Pickle...
Our watercolor class is already half over. That went really fast. I have a boatload of images to present at midterm portfolio review, and I have to pick just 8 to present. Decisions, decisions. This little ditty may be one of them. We are working on portraits and no one said they had to be people! And, Pickle is a little person, for sure. I tried to capture Boo, and missed totally, but Pickle is an easy subject. At review, we are asked to write about our process and work so far, and give ourselves a grade. Hmmmm. What should I give myself? I have shown up every time but one, when I was sick. Every assignment we have had I did two or three times, trying to get it perfect (haven't done that yet). And I have tried a few other things, like this portrait. So, I am giving myself an A. Not that I am such a hot watercolorist. But I am a dynamite student.
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