my thumb is a bit sore, my bowing thumb. the one i use to push against the strings of the bow to apply extra pressure, that i learned from eamon coyne. a trick. a tricky trick by a master fiddler.
then, while hand scraping red potatoes for a rosemary lamb bake on christmas, a piece of spud got up under my nail. its still red. under the nail...so.
i Was planning to go to the Port Tavern session tonight. after Len's birthday party. and then
little signposts...saying...slow down? your thumb still hurts ya know.
and you have those 2 paintings to finish.
and this time of year folks are clearing out their energy blankets around them from the Jollidays.
Its ok, Tob - if you wanna stay in tonight. (and the air seems to soften around me and the added pressure deflates like a giant 'should' balloon).
My body gives me little signs all the time on what is best for the All of us. Even tho I am aware the list above does sound like excuses. Still, I know whats right for me.
I have a different kind of painting going up in studio right now. the deer has two sets of eyes. the first set appeared as bug out eyes, matching the wood grain (how I started the painting to begin with, I couldn't keep my eyes off the 2 circles of woodgrain that were screaming out 'E Y E S!'). So i did them.
And it being the day after Christmas, all the wild energy of cooking, shopping wrapping, unwrapping, breathing, eating, drinking wine, being super excited....well i think the painting says a lot about it -
"WoW, that was SOME Christmas!".
Last night while on the phone with my Father and Mother in Pennsylvania I began to pencil in eyes that look rather like a deer mouse. Two prints spoke up about being glued into the painting: One the puffer fish UFO ship I have had tacked up in the studio for over a year, and the other, the FIRST and brand new print from my new refurbished Epson 1420 called SING.
I had wondered whether this was going to be a quick all acrylic painting and now I see it is not.