Sometimes it’s not possible to focus on making work. Today was just one of those days, with a lot of bad personal voodoo going on, but I still feel as though it was productive and successful to some degree. My students worked hard and well, making tricky contour drawings of ribbons look good and working at their paintings to produce some very good quality pieces of portraiture. They’ve effectively learned the basics of old masters painting. I dare say that the students in both classes have done some of the best work I’ve seen coming out of the introductory classes I’ve taught. I’m having a zen moment as far as that goes!Â
I’m thinking about rivers as metaphors for journeys. I wonder where this will go. I need to get into the virtues – perhaps some water imagery will manifest in them.Â
A spiritualist once told a friend of mine that her and her husband wwere on teh same river going in teh same direction but in separate boats… this is a very accurate picture of their marriage… I have always thought of river and travel, although when travel is in my future I dream of searching for orange shoes…