Life got so much better when I realized perfection was unattainable.
Wabi sabi is my goal
Most of the time when I do something artistic it’s whatever I want to do. If it doesn’t turn out well I erase, or reuse the paper, or throw it away. If it turns out well I can put it away and bring it out when a rough patch comes up.
But commissions, it has to be finished. It has to be done the way someone else wants it and once it’s done I have to give it to someone else.
Luckily this commissioned book is finished
The seeds feed birds and squirrels and possums and brown rats.
Some of the seed goes in feeders, a feeding platform and some is scattered for the ground feeders.
A delightful benefit from all this feeding is
As ye sow so shall ye reap
Why not? Much as I love the stark beauty of trees without their leaves, late summer is the time to inhale the scent of sweet peas and try to capture their garish hues on paper
Roses to paint and blackberries to draw and devour.
Soon pumpkins will appear in my sketchbooks and on the table
But for now August has my heart. After all it’s my favorite month of the year