Only sometimes it's not. A while back my charming husband brought home flowers. There was one that had gotten bent off, so I rescued it and put it in a little jar and put it on my kitchen windowsill. I think I enjoyed that single one as much as the whole bouquet. Somehow it reminded me to be mindful of small things, to enjoy the littlest of pleasures:
Immediately I thought how fun it would be to do a series of "simple pleasures" pieces based on my own life.
Well, the fun may be waning.
My first go at this first piece:
The Underbelly (aka the ugly stage).
I tossed that a few days ago. Second go:
And today I'm going to give it a third go. Amidst the irony, I press on.
3 comments:
Nice post and love the drawing. Maybe just a bit darker in the water?? Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for the encouragement Jo. I think I've found what went wrong, I'm liking the third try much better. Your advice applies there too, I think. :-)
well that clich practice makes perfect fits here :)
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