(sigh) I'm finishing paintings to send to Jen--the studio smells like warm beeswax and I'll need a big cup of coffee to get me through this afternoon. This is not a day for Redbull. The rain is pending. I'm drowsy. It's a fine day to be alone. No kids just a big sleeping puppy to keep me company.

More paintings uploaded to the albums--I'm sure none of the dates will be accurate. It's difficult to care about that sort of thing--it's kind of like balancing a checkbook--you know they're there so who cares when and how much. But it's interesting to go back through these images--I can tell the paintings that were done on days when I was being crazy with all the kids at home, cozy little paintings of baby sheep (I'll be out driving the back roads of Ohio looking for newborns in a couple weeks hopefully) and chickens (I LOVE chickens!), days when I was terribly lonesome--especially when I desperately wanted to be back in New York--and then there are the days when I was ovulating! Seriously! I'm at my wittiest those days. Well. at least I find myself terrifically amusing--see "I Would Explain It To You (But There's Too Much Math Involved" for example--I still like that one. Sophie saw that one last night and laughed--she remembered when I painted that one and now she wants me to paint one like that for her--but with her big fat cat Joe Thomas looking at her homework. I never really thought about the possibility of the kids remembering specific days that paintings were done. I know my adoring husband Bob keeps an eye on what I'm painting--I painted cakes when I wanted to have another baby--and i tried to warn the people that bought them that they were symbols of fertility and someone would get pregnant. Bob was so happy to send those off--he knew exactly what those were all about. He's a clever one.
cake -- love it
bake some up and I will be over to share that pot of coffee
xxoo JEn
Posted by: jen o'connor | 2007.04.08 at 08:29 PM
Your picture captures - "the day alone" look - very similar to the "sleep in late" look. Love those drizzly dreary days, kind of feels like a hug
from Mother Nature.
Posted by: Nancy | 2007.04.05 at 05:33 PM