I was a nineteen-year-old university student when I met Sally, a white-haired, bandana-wearing woman in her sixties. She was pursuing an MFA in painting. She was so exuberant about creating art that she inspired me to decide I would become an artist, too, once I came closer to retirement. Forty years later, it’s time. As I climb an intentional learning curve in art, I share these posts to keep myself accountable. May my efforts inspire others the way Sally inspired me.
Tuesday, November 13, 2018
After a Dry Spell
Finally trying to break a long dry spell with drawing and painting, but I've been writing up a storm. As long as I'm making something, life is good.
This is a flashback to a trip we made to Chicago in September. The stand of orange cannas and red begonias made me happy every time we walked by.
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