Bread offering

At certain points during his recovery from his first total knee replacement, my husband described me to others as an “Angel of Mercy.” Believe me, he is not one to toss out religious metaphors (nor am I particularly angelic), but he was in so much pain, that I apparently glowed with an angelic light and golden halo as I fetched his ice and doled out his Oxy.

Now that he feels better, but total knee replacement #2 is less than one week away, I’m wondering if I’ll achieve “Angel of Mercy” status again. Our joke is that there’s an equal chance I’ll be more of an Annie Wilkes from Stephen King’s Misery (famously played by Kathy Bates in the 1990 film) this time around. We even joke that if he totally annoys me, I’ll use the mallet we have around to break up bags of ice and the foam roller from PT to “hobble” him like poor James Caan in the film.

If you know, you know.

Given the Annie Wilkes possibility, he’s been extra helpful these past few days. Cooking, fixing stuff, and baking many loaves of his incredible homemade bread. It’s soooo good.

Perfect loaf
Fresh from the oven

The bread offering is appreciated and has been duly noted. I do love homemade bread.

😇

This is whack

Listen, I know that nobody needs my hot take on what’s happening in the Middle East, but this is truly whack. The Trump regime has literally stranded upwards of 1,500 American civilians abroad. They were not warned not to travel to the Middle East before they left for their trips, and now they have no clear way to get home.

As someone who has consulted the US State Department (and enrolled in its Smart Traveler Program) before going abroad, I find this very disconcerting. Is it even safe to travel abroad now? Is the United States Department of State still a trustworthy institution? Have they fired so many experts that only unqualified people are making the big decisions? Are they just WINGING this whole damn thing???

(I’m still hoping for the best, but realistically—expecting the worst.)

Good news

Two good things have happened in my family recently. My daughter’s partner is now my official son-in-law. They tied the knot on their own at the Town Hall. I’m a little bit disappointed that I wasn’t there, but hey, at least I got a picture. My son-in-law is a good and kind person and a wonderful Girl Dad to my granddaughter. He’s also tall and good looking (never hurts).

Let’s face it, weddings are fun, but some young people and their parents spend (waste?) ridiculous amounts of money on them. Personally, I was a lifelong believer in the Princess Bride fantasy and had a traditional wedding (paid for by my parents). I think I’ve cracked open our wedding album about three times in 33 years. And I’ve never watched my wedding video. So the fact that my daughter totally skipped out on feeding “the wedding-industrial conplex” (as my friend calls the wedding biz) is OK by me.

The other good thing is that my son landed a new, better job within his company. And the really good news is that he doesn’t have to move out of state to take it! I really like his company and they seem to really like him. He started there as an intern after his junior year of college. They know him quite well and they truly seem to care about their employees. Perhaps it’s because they’re based in Sweden, where people’s happiness actually matters to employers.

I’m proud of my kids! There. I said it. I find it super annoying when people brag about their adult children on Facebook, but hey—it’s my blog and I’ll brag if I want to 😉

My son’s company sends all employees to Sweden for orientation during their first year. Now I want to go to Sweden!

Pastels

Yesterday I went to a “pastel painting demonstration” at my town’s community arts center. (This is not the center where I’m currently taking a watercolors class OR the one where I took a class in the fall. I guess I’m lucky to have three different community arts centers within striking distance of my house!)

People reference “pastels” a lot and I know there are many different types—hard, soft, oil, etc. (Years ago, when I was a teenager, I worked with pastels and enjoyed them. I think they were primarily soft pastels back then, but I’m not even sure.)

Huge pastel fawn that I did in high school

I had been thinking about trying pastels again, so when I saw the free demonstration advertised, I went. The artist “painted” a deer. (When I asked why he called it “painting” when I always thought of pastels as “drawing,” he said that it’s because pastels are the most pure/intense form of pigment. So even though you don’t use brushes, it’s called Pastel Painting.)

He started with a pencil sketch on UART sanded paper (400) and then added “hard pastels” as the first layer (he called it “the under painting”)—marking out the major color areas of the piece. He worked from dark to light (opposite of how most do watercolors). Then, he used a fairly big square brush dipped in rubbing alcohol to sort of smudge it all and work the major shapes. The alcohol dries quickly.

Then, he moved to soft pastels—and he had boxes upon boxes of them. Every color imaginable! “Ludwig” seemed to be his favorite brand (quite expensive). He used the soft pastels as the top layer to really define the piece and give it depth and beauty. He spent a lot of time on the face because he wanted that to be the focal point.

Pastel deer from a demo by professional artist John Forcucci

The artist had been primarily a watercolorist when someone gave him a “plein air” (outdoor) pastel class as a gift and he fell in love with the medium. Sometimes he combines watercolors and pastels. Many of his finished pieces were on display in the gallery at the arts center and some were really impressive. He mostly paints animals in the wild.

My thinking now is this:

Pastels look fun and I might like to try them again someday, but not now. I’m not ready to invest in the supplies and the dust they create is somewhat of a concern (both because of the mess and the potential toxicity).

I like the idea of painting “plein air” (outdoors) at some point, but that would require me to purchase an easel and other supplies. I’ll keep my eyes open for a workshop or other class that’s not too expensive. In the meantime, I have a full set of colored pencils, I should really just head outdoors with those and do some drawing, when the weather gets warm.

Bottom line: you can spend all kinds of money on fancy, new-fangled art supplies but they might not help you become a better artist. The only way to do that is practice. I feel I should keep working with the supplies I have and see where things go.

The other “problem” with pastels, is that you really need to put them behind glass (with separators) if you want to display your work, which is expensive. Watercolors typically require glass frames too, but at least you can just stick them in cheap frames from Michael’s. Pastels have a delicate, powdery surface. (In the old days, we sprayed our pastels to set them, but this artist strongly discouraged that.)

Still, pastel paintings can be absolutely exquisite and unique. Check out @CindyCrimmin on Instagram for some truly stunning examples of pastel painting.

If you read this to the end, thank you! I’m basically thinking out loud here. I feel like my blog is turning into a retirement journal and is very boring to anyone but me.

Another pastel from high school

Hoping for the best

A lawless President decided to topple the government of another country of 92 million without authorization from Congress or buy-in from the American people while he was sitting in his beach house in Florida.

Is it all just a distraction from the Epstein files? Maybe. Is the outcome going to involve massive cash windfall to Trump family businesses? Probably.

But what else can we do now but hope for the best? May U.S. military casualties be minimal and a new, free Iran miraculously emerge.

BU students reacting to the death of Mahsa Amini in 2022

Creativity workshop

I’m participating in a two-hour creativity workshop on Zoom today. The focus is on “exploring our art making process,” not learning particular techniques. It’s described “as a time to feed our souls and learn with and from each other.”

To prepare I need to:

Find a piece of clothing or textile with an interesting pattern or texture and bring it to my artmaking space. Assemble a bunch of different drawing tools such as any drawing paper of any size, pen, markers, pastels, colored pencils, watercolor, charcoal…

OK, I’m good on drawing supplies, but a bit stumped on the textile. Maybe I’ll bring my favorite skirt. It’s reversible so it has two cool fabrics to choose from.

I’ve gotten lazy painting things that I didn’t draw myself, so I experimented with a Calla Lily yesterday.

Drawing is hard and can be tedious, but the only way you get better is to practice. Painting is the fun part, in my opinion.

I was mainly trying to draw/paint the flower. The scene behind was me not wanting to waste the paint and paper.

Update:

In the creativity “playshop” (rather than “workshop,” get it?) we looked at a section of our textile, and experimented with it in some way.

I experimented with changing the colors and layering the colors. The shapes were giving me sea creature vibes.

My textile:

Watercolors—baby farm animal #1

I started my 5-week class at a very nearby community arts center yesterday. I don’t like the set-up as much as the fancier arts center where I took my first watercolors class in the fall. The room is nice and sunny, but it’s quite crowded and no sinks. You have to use the restroom in the hall to get water and rinse your brushes.

The people seem nice. It’s a similar vibe to my first class. Lots of retired people who re-register each semester because they like the teacher and have gotten to know one another.

The difference is that we all paint the same subject each week, with the teacher giving a demo for each step. It’s not exactly a recipe for developing one’s own unique creative voice, but I’m sure I’ll learn some stuff by painting along with a pro.

It’s surprisingly hard to make a chick’s face look “not mean.” I think the spotted Easter eggs help a bit.