It is almost one in the morning. Worked today so no time to work in daylight. Finally got to it at 11:00 p.m. All good if it is a quickie. No luck. First, couldn’t find a photo of what I wanted to draw. Then, when I saw the piece my son did today, a gnome, I thought, “Okay, I can do that, too.” Two hours later... I had fun. I am tired. Watched television while I worked, not quiet like during the day when it becomes a meditation. Need to figure that out….
I am not sure when it started, gnomes (which I had to spell a few times before I remembered) became a scary joke in our household. Then Malcolm in the Middle had an episode with a mean and scary gnome which fed the story we had going. I kept threatening to put one in our garden and Shea would exasperatedly respond, "No!" Well, his half birthday was this month and a gnome found its way into our house. This little guy has been the subject of a few of Shea's art projects. Today he had done a huge oil pastel of him that I loved. And when I couldn't find the duck-prior-to-oil-spill photo that I wanted, the gnome was it. Art is one of the ways we connect these days. I am grateful. The slightly curled lip was supposed to give him a mischievous look, but I think he looks more wistful than a troublemaker...
Two hours. Can I keep it up at that rate? I did enjoy the whole process. It is the getting to bed after 2:00 a.m. that is hard because I always wake up at 6:30 or 7:00 a.m.
Who needs sleep. Hooray for another day!
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