"All that I desire in my life...first I must uncover it..then I must bring it into my life....and I can, I will, I must." A quote from Suz at Begin Again and A Garden Wench. I just HAD to share! I got lost over at Begin Again for a long time today, just reading Suz's musings and poetry. Sometimes a person's writing just grabs me and holds me, and hers definitely does. Do go over and visit!
Went to my second drawing class today. As I noted in my journal this afternoon: it's HARD. But I know that it's hard because it's worthwhile. My left brain is in a bitter, petulant struggle with my right brain. It is tenacious and not going to give up control easily. But I am determined. The result will be worth the struggle. I have nothing to show as far as photos. We are still in the blind contour and semi-blind contour phase, and just touched on negative space. We did the Face Vase exercise today...again, HARD, especially because the teacher wanted it exACT. But I am pleased to say that I am happy with my efforts. I am better at all this than I would have thought and actually was pleasantly surprised. The only problem is a standard one for me at any kind of workshop or class, whatever the subject: I am SO SLOW, and always the last to finish. But, oh, well, right?!
The best part of drawing class today? I parked across the street from the most gloriously lavender (!) and white Craftsman. I found myself smiling from ear to ear as I walked past. And it's on a corner lot so I got to see a lot more of it than if it weren't. I was looking forward to walking by it, and studying the lace curtained windows and the kitchen window filled with all kinds of crystals, and maybe even getting a peek inside one of those windows or an open door (80 degrees here today) as I walked by, all the way back to my car after class. I will take a picture of it next week if I remember because you ALL need to see a beautiful lavender house. I would SO live in this gem. (I KNOW, huh?!?) And, OH, the flowers I would have in its flowerbeds. And the comfy chairs I would have on its porches. And, OH, the tea I would drink while sitting in those chairs as I read the most engrossing books. Yes. In a lavender house!