K. and I were zombies. Still, we ran errands, shopped, bought Taco Bell for lunch.
I bought a new dress for a graduation.
She turned in her loan forgiveness for 5 years of teaching science in a Title I school in Texas. This one small thing equals years of finding oneself, finding a profession that is, in truth, a calling. I have experienced the same transformation, but my loan forgiveness was in the area of special education. Spending 5 years with such students in such a school grows deep roots in a person. It's a heart, should, and mind shift.
Last night, I dreamed that S. and I were in a dead sleep. (In reality, we were in a dead sleep.) I think we were at Leakey.
A knock came at the door. A friend and his kids were in sleeping bags on the front porch. The painting below reminds me of the dreamscape outside the house. Paisley fields and fragile trees.
I brought them all in. Meanwhile, our house guests (whom I did not know) came out. By now, I desperately needed coffee. I fumbled for the components of the coffeepot. I accidentally threw oatmel in there, then the pieces didn't fit. My thirst and caffeine craving grew.
By now, I was truly awake and in dire need of coffee...and it is magically perking. I'm going to have some. I'm going to live this day. But first, there will be coffee.
My goal this summer is to paint tropical themes; to improve my animals; to rework some paintings that I can better finish now.
My goal this summer is to paint tropical themes; to improve my animals; to rework some paintings that I can better finish now.
The above painting was one of my very first efforts. K loyally hung it above her couch. I'll rework it for more depth and subtlety. Good grief! It looks like a field of lollipops or balloons! Maybe I should use that and add frolicking unicorns.
In acrylic, I hope to capture my dreams. Maybe not the shark dreams, or pajamas-at-school dreams, but the never ending houses stocked with treasures and mythic creatures. Those dreams.
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