I used to paint with my watercolors all the time, little sketches of life large and small. I put them aside for beads and fabric, sort of forgetting the small joys. I've been struggling a bit learning about making fabric do what I want, though beads are fairly cooperative. I sort of lost sight of my former artistic life.
I was determined to not go directly to computer and coffee this morning and let myself get distracted by potential collage on a cigar box when I came across some of the paintings...made me really happy to see them. I don't feel quite so artistically adrift now.
