Our life is frittered away by detail.
Henry David Thoreau, Walden
The first day of school was largely successful. Of course, I rose at 5 a.m., because I always have trouble sleeping the night before day one. By the time the day was done, I was totally exhausted, which came as no surprise.
I put in a number of hours this evening, working out details for tomorrow’s classes. But then, I brought it all to a halt. I have resolved that I will no longer allow my life to be frittered away by minutia. I worked out the broad assignments for tomorrow, and then decided to give the rest of the evening back to myself.
I have posted a portion of the lower left hand corner of my large watercolor. This portion measures about 8 by 8 inches. There is a good deal of masking underneath the wet surface that I will not be able to remove until tomorrow when it’s dry.
And now I read and write in my journal with genuine pleasure, as I await sleep to take over. It has been a good day, thank you so much for reading.
I paint in order to learn.
I journal when I feel alone.
I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.
Recollections 54 The Art of David Tripp 
August 25, 2015 at 4:57 am |
Simplify, simplify.
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August 25, 2015 at 5:01 am |
I’m reading Thoreau’s journal this very moment!
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August 25, 2015 at 6:46 am |
Could I ask a question of unparalleled dullness? How do you apply the masking fluid? Told you it was dull…
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August 25, 2015 at 3:15 pm |
Not dull at all, thank you for asking. I use the masquepen. It comes in a squeeze bottle with a steel syringe tip. When I squeeze out the fluid, it’s like a fountain pen. Very controllable.
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