Life is off-kilter...
I'm still limping along without my "baby," who may be MIA for another week. It's the I/O board that is the problem, and it will be fixed this week. Then it's simply a matter of getting her home.
Meanwhile, I have to go through the most medieval steps to get anything to you. I'm using the Windows machine that I borrowed a while back from the office. It's older and heavier than my laptop. so I am at my desk. The USB port is on the back, so to upload anything from my equally ancient digital camera, I have to go borrow hubby's laptop, load it there and then drop it across the network to this machine. His laptop has no photo editing software. This is all to say...be nice when you look at my first two attempts at painting. I am no Bob Ross, no Picasso, and no Georgia O'Keefe. If you want to see quality paintings, stop in to see San, Josie or Lavinia.
This is mine. It doesn't have a name, but I painted it while enjoying long walks with fall colors. It kind of reminds me of the Cascades in Washington State. I wish I'd been able to adjust for the glare of the flash and reposition it on the screen, but it's raw.
This other is more of an abstract, obviously. I call it Chiari One, because this is a view of my head pains. It's vascular and multi-faceted with a blast at the center, just like the pains (which thankfully have not be hitting me as hard lately). As my son also pointed out after seeing it, "There's still a little blue sky in there. It's not all bleak and dark."
Though I realize these are amateurish, I enjoyed painting them, and I'm not giving up. I love getting the pallette out and mixing the colors. I love the paint blotches on my hands. I love looking at the finished products and constantly discovering something new.
Next, I am looking for a yarn shop. There is one in downtown Frederick I am going to try, at which I may learn to make a scarf. I really want to try my hand at knitting. I may not have the patience and time to do it, but I want to give it a shot. When I was young, I tried crocheting with my mother, but I enjoyed crewel embroidery more. In fact, just tonight, hubby hung up one of my creations on our richly-painted dining room wall. I'll have to grab a picture of that, too. And I'm working on another one that is of an undersea scene. It's been idling for a while. Need to get back to it.
I wonder if the rest of you creative women (and men) who read my blog dabble in a variety of crafts and creations. I find that I have always needed to keep those juices flowing. Mostly, instead of painting, I've done ink and charcoal drawings. I love doing those, and I was particularly good with faces. Haven't done that in awhile either. When the mood hits, though, I love to express myself with drawing, painting, stitching, writing, creating a poem, painting a wall, or some other kinetic-yet-creative endeavor.
Be kind, though. I know my paintings aren't great. But I did express myself in them.
Peace - D