Here are some offerings from my workshop: a visual journal page and my last batch of mailart which finally arrived at their destinations. All day I can’t wait to come home and dive head first into my art table, into the scraps of paper waiting to be pasted down, the numbers waiting to be lined up, the paint bottles waiting to be opened, the brushes that think about nothing but water, all of the pens itching to be pushed across paper, the spraypaint nozzles waiting to be unclogged, and my journal lying there asleep waiting to be opened. But some days I have errands to do after school. Or I am tired. Or the garden needs watering. Or I need to think.
I have less time for looking at the world through the eye of my camera, reading, and piddling. This morning as I left the house I saw this rare and beautiful bloom in the garden. This is an Epiphyllum and this giant lotus-like blossom lasts only a day. I will probably see only 5 or 6 more blooms like this all year. I ran back inside for the camera. All day in school I was distracted thinking about this snowy white flower, imagining those lovely petals against the dark ground. Have you ever seen a more radiant flower? A finer specimen? Are you ready to quit your day job and become a botanist traveling the world in search of rare and exotic flowers? I am. But not until Friday. Tomorrow Sabas is bringing his napkin parachute for show and tell. And I wouldn’t miss that for anything.