This is only the second time in my life that I have attempted a watercolor on a full sheet of paper. The last time was around 1990. I was discouraged then over how long it took. I’m faster now and resolute about resorting to larger brushes! Still I’m already getting lost in some of the detail. The ghost signs on this turn-of-the-century landmark have me drowning in wonder already. Texas weather is unseasonably mild now. Temperatures should reach the 70’s today. I don’t even need the thermos of coffee I made this morning. I’ve brought a small TV/VCR combo out into the garage and am listening to The Teaching Company’s “Great Minds of the Western Intellectual Tradition.” Just finished Kant. The lectures are keeping my mind fertile as I’m focusing on the details of the watercolor at hand.
I leave for St. Louis to visit my family for Christmas in just a few days. I regret leaving this behind, and know that it’s not going to be finished before I depart. At least I’ll have something to look forward to when I return to my studio afterward. This “man cave” makes me laugh–I have no idea what to do under the hood of a car, own no power tools or table saws. So I’m out in my garage with the door up and my French easel visible from the street. I feel like a dork, but can laugh at myself in this.
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