Wednesday, February 2, 2011

A change in the weather, Brush in hand, Insight

1. The weather indulged my desire for variety today.
2. Painting, painting, painting. It's a meditative experience when the house is quiet and I'm alone at it.
3. A lively discussion at book club tonight. I appreciate the opportunity to see what someone else sees, and my eyes are blind to, in a passage.

1 comment:

  1. Painting is meditative. We used to have a big old farmhouse in Ferrum that had beadboard walls and ceilings everywhere. It took me TWO YEARS to paint that house. It all had to be done with a brush, not a roller, because of the beadboard. Even the ceiling! I did a lot of thinking while I was painting. It's kind of like picking up manure.