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Waiting for Dawn

Wednesdays come and Wednesdays go, but this has not been my best Wednesday ever. It started too early, for starters. I didn’t plan to wake up at three o’clock in the morning. I didn’t want to wake up at three o’clock in the morning. I’m not sure why I woke up at three o’clock in the morning, but once I was awake, I couldn’t get back to sleep. I gave up after a half-hour in which my dark bedroom just seemed to get darker and darker.

If you have never been afraid of the dark, you will not understand how heavily the darkness weighs on a person like me. I guess everyone is afraid of something. What is it for you? Deep water? Spiders? Clowns? Whatever it is, just imagine how you feel when you see that thing and you will have some idea of what happens to me when I have to face a dark room. I know it’s not a particularly rational reaction. Please don’t tell me there’s nothing in the dark that’s not there when it’s light. Believe me, I’ve heard it. It’s a big, fat lie. My fear is there and it’s as real as that spider crawling up your arm.

I may be a bit touchy about this subject. The point is, it was dark and I needed light. I couldn’t just turn on the bedroom light. My husband didn’t need to get up until five-thirty, so I couldn’t shine a big light in his face at three-thirty. I grabbed a flashlight and headed for the bedroom door. Once I had it shut behind me, I turned on the bathroom light. Then I turned on the kitchen light. Then I turned on the living room light. I put water on to heat for coffee and I grabbed the notebook in which I write my morning pages. Any time after midnight is, technically, morning.

I wrote. It helped. I drank coffee and wrote some more. I listed the things I could do that would make me feel better, like Sweatin’ to the Oldies and accomplishing things I had been putting off. I knew I would be okay once the sun came up, so I just kept writing to keep the darkness at bay. It’s always peeking in the windows and trying to get past the weatherstripping. Not on my watch, darkness!

I finished my morning pages and then I updated all my iPad games. I squished monsters in Springfield, I picked apples in Ponyville and I hatched out a Spunge or two in My Singing Monsters. I found hidden objects in Pearl’s Peril and Mirrors of Albion. I caught up with all my friends on Facebook. That doesn’t take long at four o’clock in the morning, if one has done it the night before. I went to Words with Friends to see if any of my Friends had come up with any Words. I am currently playing nine games, but seven of them are with my daughter, who rarely takes her turn. My other friend never fails, though, so I had two games to update. I had no vowels on one and almost no consonants on the other, but that just keeps things interesting, right?

When I ran out of games to update, I decided I might as well get my word count for NaNoWriMo. My novel might have taken a dark turn at that point if my novel made any linear sense at all, but it doesn’t, so that wasn’t a problem. Two thousand words later, the sun was up and I had survived the scary darkness, one more time.
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In your face, darkness! The sun always rises.

Winding Down

I thought I might paint this week, but, alas, I did not manage to do that. I think I’m still winding down from the Florida Folk Festival. I’ll have to wind back up tomorrow, so I hope I get this wind-down thing right before then. We ordered blanks last week and tomorrow, our package arrives. Then we will have to get busy dyeing again. We have special orders to fill and we have to replace as many as possible of the things we sold at the Florida Folk Festival. We are thankful for the special orders. Without them, we might be tempted to put off the dyeing, since we don’t have any other events on our calendar right now.

I hoped winding down might include painting but, apparently, it includes shopping and playing lots of iPad games. Oh, and watching movies about painting. I watched “Big Eyes” and I watched “Mr. Turner” and I watched part of “Georgia O’Keeffe.” I’ve seen that last one over and over, so I didn’t need to watch the whole thing. I get too angry at Stieglitz after a while and I have to turn it off.

I used to wonder about Georgia O’Keeffe. The artist, not the movie. I had seen her work in books and I wasn’t sure if her fame was due to her work or due to the ardent promotion by Stieglitz. Seeing small reproductions, I couldn’t see the value of the work. It just didn’t move me. Then our local museum hosted an exhibit of her work and I got to see it in person. Little photographs in books do not do it justice.

In person, you can see the depth and beauty of the colors. You can feel the emotion that went into the work. Once I had seen the actual paintings, I understood that she earned her fame herself. Stieglitz was a genius at promotion, sure, but O’Keeffe was a genius at painting. I saw the paintings and I knew.

That’s one reason my personal bucket list contains so many museums. Real paintings are full of life and spirit that reproductions can’t capture. I want to visit the National Gallery. I want to visit the Musee d’Orsay. I want to visit the Van Gogh Museum. I want to visit the Louvre. Again. Yes, I visited the Louvre once. I did. I was on tour with the FJC Chorale and the Louvre was on our list. The first time the bus dropped us off there, the museum was closed. You’d think a tour bus driver would know which days the Louvre is closed but that was not the case. We sang on the steps (this was 1973; there was no I.M. Pei pyramid there yet) until the bus came back for us. The bus brought us back another day and dropped us off again – an hour before closing time.

I had one hour to see all I could see of the Louvre. I remember the Winged Victory of Samothrace. I remember the Raft of the Medusa. I remember jumping up and down to try and see the Mona Lisa over the heads of the other tourists. I remember being out of breath from running and wanting to weep for all the things I didn’t have time to see.

The world is full of beauty. I want to see as much of it as I can. I want to create some of it, too. I do, but this week I was busy winding down. That doesn’t mean I didn’t accomplish anything.

Perfect!

Perfect!


See?

Back to Painting

My regular followers might be wondering if I’m ever going to paint again. It’s my goal for this blog year to paint fifty paintings. I got a good start and kept up a fairly steady pace until the Orange incident. I didn’t think I would let that discourage me from painting, but somehow, I’ve let six weeks go by and I haven’t opened up a tube of paint.

Until tonight. I knew I had to get back on that horse and I knew today was blog day. I thought it would be nice to be able to blog about a new painting. I started looking around for something to paint. I went through all the photographs on my iPad. That would have been more helpful if there were no games on my iPad. I’ve lost count of the number of “Words With Friends” games I am playing with my daughter, but I seem to want to stare at every single one of them until I figure out how to make the perfect seven-or-eight letter word on a Triple Word space. This has only really happened once, but that doesn’t stop me from trying.

I made some good words, I worked on rebuilding Springfield on the Simpson’s game, “Tapped Out,” I hatched some cute monsters on “My Singing Monsters,” I picked up some coins on “My Little Pony,” and I found dozens of hidden objects on six or seven different games. I tried out the new song on “Magic Piano,” too. I did a lot of things, but I did not find a photograph that appealed to me as a painting reference. The only one that ever did had already led to the aforementioned Orange incident.

I gave up looking at photographs. For a while, I gave up thinking about painting and started trying to come up with something else as a subject for my weekly blog post. I ran possibilities through my mind as I was cooking supper. Then I set something on a kitchen counter and saw that my husband had harvested a few of his habanero peppers. They were small. They were cute. They were…

Orange. I picked one up anyway. I took it to my painting space (otherwise known as the dining room table) and I put it on a piece of bright turquoise cloth. I took out a tiny canvas and I painted. I didn’t prepare. I didn’t sketch. I just painted.

Hot Little Pepper

Hot Little Pepper


It’s itty bitty, but it’s a painting. It counts.