It really is true that you don’t know how much you will miss something until it’s gone.
I am referring to my art. During this whole moving experience (no I do not mean it was inspirational) I have had to pack up all of my art supplies. I managed to get my watercolour and drawing supplies into one big box. One box wich is now towards the back of the garage, surrounded by more boxes and furniture.
I am really getting itchy fingers though. I woke up this morning and my beautiful beach was covered in a shadow of dark grey storm clouds and dazzling lightening strikes, and all I wanted to do was draw it, or paint it. Now the clouds have blown away, the sun is shining and the blue waters are begging to be captured on paper in some form.
I found this great quote by the amazing artist Georgia O’Keeffe:
“I found I could say things with colour and shapes that I couldn’t say in any other way – things I had no words for”
A trip down to the garage is inevitable. Though I am not looking forward to it. I know exactly where my precious art box is, but there are so many things in my way of reaching it. It remains to be seen just how determined I am today...
After contorting myself up and over objects, hurting the muscle in my left arm yet again and juggling a heavy box back precariously over said objects, and then hauling it up three flights of stairs, I finally have my art box.
Ahh.. to have a pen in my hand once again. Did a quick pen sketch of the view from my balcony, then took my son for a walk past the music festival and on to the beach, where he promptly skinned his knee on the cement ramp and then got drenched by a wave.
Tomorrow the boys will be occupied all day with the V8 Supercars. (Bathurst) So I have the day to myself to be arty. I may even visit that art store again....Bliss :)