Sunday, May 10, 2015
Maggie and friends
I went to art class yesterday and painted this maggie. I love magpies. I also love painting. I haven't painted for three weeks because one of things that happens when you have depression is that you don't always do what you love.
Anyway, I used my hibernation from the world to seriously sort out my house. Only the sewing room remains as a treasure trove in need of order.
The onset of the cold weather and the shorter length of sunlight each day always makes me feel glum. When I make my escape from the national capital it will be to a warmer, sunnier climate, all year round.
This morning, for example, the outside temperature was 9.9 and the apparent temperature was -1. Now the grey clouds have filled the sky and the wind is gathering strength. Delightful.
I'm always prepared for a rainy or a grainy day with one of my projects. Last month I bought some fabric from my favourite store - Addicted To Fabric - with the idea of making a quilt. I can see the quilt in my head and today I will cut it out and sew it together.
My love of painting and projects continues a family tradition. My brothers all like to draw and write and play music.
Our mother liked to do all those things as well.
Here's a painting she did nearly 50 years ago at The Pass at Byron Bay, with the Julian Rocks. I remember those beach painting excursions. Lots of fun. One time we were on Tallow Beach and the fishermen caught a grey nurse shark. Then they cut open her belly all these baby sharks came out. Gruesome/Awesome.
Happy Mothers Day to all the mothers, dead or alive.