Winter is back again, snowing and cold. I was thinking last night of a stand of Birch trees (they might have been Alder?), I used to pass on the way to the coast when I lived in Portland – they always seemed mysterious, standing so quietly with their moon-skinned bark and delicate branches going every which way. I know, I know, I need to practice birds! These were just repesentationally abstract bird thoughts – not actual birds. Today is lazy. The sun goes in and out, as it snows and rests, snows and rests….
My grandson was christened today. I couldn’t make the event, too much to do at work to be gone several days, and new management doesn’t approve of actually taking vacation days. I am just biding time with this and hope the economy will turn before too long and jobs become available again. I will see my grandboy in April.
I was thinking today about not wanting to sell work to people we don’t like. Is that too crazy? Someone recently asked me to do a painting for them, but I don’t really want to because I don’t like them. Valerie at Acornmoon says to go ahead and sell the painting, it will outlast me or the buyer, and its always good to get one’s work out there. This makes sense to me, but still there is that residue of distaste.