Painting in the Evening

I painted a little last night- as in I spent at least an hour on painting but I didn't get a whole lot done.  That's just how it goes and I am happy with what I have so far.

My best friend, Myndi, took a look at what I had so far and suggested using the primary color yellow next because it's complementary to blue.  So that's what I'm doing but yellow may just take up the base and borders for some of "foreground."

I didn't turn off the radio this time but had it tuned to the Muncie country station.  They were playing ole time-y country and gospels.  Made me think back on days of visiting the Grand Ole Opry Hotel and Dad's album "Will the Circle Be Unbroken."  Soon after, it changed back to modern day country which I didn't mind too much, besides the commercials.  Whatever.

I went to painting right away with primary yellow (which turns a little more orange-ish after drying) with a finer brush on the thin swirl.  I recalled from painting last time that pencil marks tend to show through the yellow so I erased the pencil lines (which only made them slightly faint, but not gone completely).  Meanwhile, I was twiddling my thumbs thinking about Mom's birthday (which I will be missing) and Facebook-ing on my phone.

Next time I will eliminate the phone.

It was nice when I finally got around to painting more that I forgot about pretty much everything and became totally immersed in the act of concentrating on NOT screwing up the painting.  Only on a couple occasions did my brush invade the blue areas but it's not that noticeable from a distance.

My back hurt after I was done.

I also had a headache, but I think that was just an all day thing that I never bothered to take ibuprofen for.

I've been getting a lot of headaches lately with school filing down to final exams in all.

So that's my life!  I'm making some therapeutic progress, but I think painting would be more beneficial if I could do it everyday.  On a happy note; I'm loving life and nobody is going to take that away.

Heck! -this morning I was monsoon-ed on by the morning showers but I didn't cry when I saw my funky, wet mass of hair in the mirror.

It was refreshing in a strange way.  Like getting out of a swimming pool.