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"
Monday, January 24, 2011
The WIP...
...that's short for work-in-progress, of course. Actually I straightened up my work board to get it ready for its close-up. Messy, that's moi. Just cannot stop to clean anything up, though I have learned to put the pastel stick down in the same place so I can find it again when I need it. Frustrating when I cannot, because I cannot work as fast as my hand and eye want me to. I try to keep my mind out of that equation. Things get really nutso when I don't. To the left of my board, I have my instruction book, open to a similar work shown as it progressed. I get different ideas, but keep the progress the same as much as possible. Different is for later, when I am more assured of myself and what I can do in this very expressive medium. Ready to delve in again, now that I am back from the gym. After my lunchtime salad. It is good to be healthy again.
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