A Glass Vase of Pocket WatchesI had these pocket watches in a box in a drawer - never to be seen. I put them in a square glass container on a shelf, and every time I walk past them, I think I should take a minute and sketch them in my journal.
I had a nice long conversation with friend Cathy this morning, and one of the things we covered was how we were not painting and sketching. Painting in our sketchbooks seems especially "therapeutic" to each of us. Aha - that's what's the matter with us!
Things have been a little "off" around here, and a bit of therapeutic sketching couldn't hurt. Almost two weeks ago, our son and youngest granddaughter were in an accident. He was not hospitalized, but Isabelle was transported to a hospital downstate, three hours away, for a fractured vertebra. She is home now, in a tortoise shell brace, and probably will miss the rest of the school year. Scary!
So while I'm telling Cathy all of the things that are "off" in my life - like the weird wiring problem in my car, some plumbing that just came loose, the critter noises we are hearing near the bathtub ( ! ), I find cherry tomatoes in my purse!
Okay - so I sketched, and now I'm feeling better. I just may sit down and do some more.