|Pen&Ink sketch (c)2011 DST|
While I was waiting 20 minutes for a reaction, or none, after my shots at the allergist, I pulled out my little sketchpad and rapidograph and started sketching another patient across from where I sat. It was going really well until she got up and left. That left me with myself to sketch.
I have a confession to make: I haven't painted at all this week. Can you tell? I know, fifty lashes with the wet noodle. Thinking too many things, bugged at some things, things I really can't do anything about other than ruminate on the things. Things I do, don't do, did, want to do, can't do, not sure how to do, etcetera. So, I didn't paint.
This week I must put aside all that resistance stuff and paint. I have a project I've been asked to do now and the thinking and planning has to happen. Negativity in all it's forms, Mr. Resistance, the stalker (Hi!! I see you!), the weather, all must stop at the front door. I am going to be too busy to bother with all that.