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My studio is gathering dust. With full-time jobs, a new baby and a 2nd grader needing attention, hubby and I are up to our eyeballs in work. We go to bed early because the baby is up many times at night. He sleeps in our room since we don’t have any more bedrooms in our tiny home. This is okay for now because I know it’s temporary. A year is a long time but in the grand scheme of things, it’s okay. Babies grow fast and soon I’ll be wondering where it all went.
I can’t dedicate hours to painting but my brain is free to wander. I think a lot about the color palette I’ll use when I can get back to oil paint. I look at paintings online and in art books, studying brush strokes and being obsessive. I know it’s not a great calling like caring for the sick or inventing clean energy alternatives but painting pulls at my soul and it must be what I’m meant for in this life. It’s good to have obsessions to drive us forward.
I keep a sketchbook nearby in case I get five minutes to draw in the midst of this beautiful chaos. It’s not a great triumph to sketch something but it makes me feel good to know I’m still practicing and plotting art in small ways.
I can’t dedicate hours to painting but my brain is free to wander. I think a lot about the color palette I’ll use when I can get back to oil paint. I look at paintings online and in art books, studying brush strokes and being obsessive. I know it’s not a great calling like caring for the sick or inventing clean energy alternatives but painting pulls at my soul and it must be what I’m meant for in this life. It’s good to have obsessions to drive us forward.
I keep a sketchbook nearby in case I get five minutes to draw in the midst of this beautiful chaos. It’s not a great triumph to sketch something but it makes me feel good to know I’m still practicing and plotting art in small ways.