Current wisdom, especially that propagated by the various schools of psychoanalysis, assumes that man is a social being who neeeds the companionship and affection of other human beings from cradle to grave., It is widely believed that interpersonal relationships of an intimate kind are the chief, if not the only, source of human happiness. Yet the lives of creative idividuals often seem to run counter to this assumption.
Anthony Storr, Solitude: A Return to the Self
Texas weather brought quite the surprise in recent days, notwithstanding the news of the Canadian cold front pushing its way southward. Friday after school, temperatures dropped to the lower sixties in the afternoon, and brisk north winds picked up to the point that I was forced to leave a Starbuck’s patio and go inside (the short-sleeved Tshirt wasn’t getting the job done). By morning, temperatures were around 55 degrees and the world so much more beautiful outside than it had been in months. A Texas garge is off-limits during the summer months of triple-digit temperatures, and so today with great delight I re-entered my garage and began reclaiming the “man cave” half that had been abandoned nearly two years ago. So much stuff had accumulated that it took a couple of hours to hew out a good working space at my drafting table, sit on the sofa with coffee and an excellent book, grade papers, and listen to the Gregorian Chant playing on the garage stereo. As the winter arrives, I have these aspirations to return to serious still life studies as I did two winters ago. Throughout the interim, I have collected many, many antique objects to add to my studio collection, and I am more than ready to do some new studies.
My desire to resume the blog activity is increasing of late. For several weeks the high school and university claimed the lion’s share of my daily attention, and I have found great satisfaction in the efforts there. My memory has to go back a number of years to recall such a satisfying start as this. At the time of this writing, I still have quite a stack of grading to complete before going to bed tonight, but none of the resentment that used to attach itself to such assignments as before. Things are different now, and I’m pleased with the changes.
Recent watercolor attempts have been revolving around private lessons, and I indeed found much joy in those encounters as well. I have a festival approaching in a couple of weeks, and trust that I’ll get my watercolor chops back by that time. With great enthusiasm I am also anticipating the fall colors that should arrive soon, and I have pledged not to let the fall season escape without significant plein air study this time around.
This is good time of the year, and I look forward to sharing more of these delicious experiences on the blog.
Thanks for reading.
I paint in order to remember.
I journal when I feel alone.
I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.