After a break, which included Christmas, birthdays, the New Year, and a raging head cold which has turned into a sinus infection, I am anxious to get back to work. I can't help but wonder if other people feel that way... do school teachers, bus drivers, accountants yearn to get back to their work? Or is it just me? Because I have the luxury of working at something that I really feel that I must do?
At any rate, even through this head cold (which I don't survive easily, just ask my husband), I have been dragging my snuffly robed and slippered self into the studio to paint. I finished covering all the canvas of another 16x20 inch painting today. I need to let it sit and stare back at me a bit before I'll know if it's done though. As soon as the last bit of blank canvas was covered, I grabbed another and began it.
I truly need to run errands, put up holiday things, clean the house, and do laundry. But I can't seem to find the energy for all that. Plus, what grocery store would let me in in my fuzzy robe and slippers, clutching a box of kleenex?
I have decided what I'm going to weave for the Woven Gems exhibit, too. And it's about time. I've already sent my entry in, so guess I'd best warp the loom. It has a size limit of 10x10" maximum, so it won't take long. I have until the end of February to get it done. It will be a face close-up of our dog, based on this photo. I've done one of the cat, so mustn't leave the dog out! The one of Possum was also small (about 8x10") and was done as a value study. The one of Wooster will also be pretty much a value study. Although I will be doing this one at a finer sett than I used for the one of Possum.
Don't know if I've posted this before or not, but here is "The Practical Cat." It was a thrum tapestry, and when I wove it, I just piled a bunch of thrums (pieces and butterflies of yarn leftover from other projects) into three piles in front of me: I had a light pile, a dark pile, and a pile of mid-value thrums. When I ran out of a butterfly, I would grab another from the appropriate pile, with no regard for color, just concerning myself with value. So that's why the cat is very colorful. But, because the values were right, it still reads as a dark grey tabby cat, even though it has just about every color there is in it. It was a fun experiment.