Monday afternoon. I lay down. Outside.
And looked up into the green canopy.
Took my cue from Buck and was lulled to sleep by the soft drone of twin-engine planes.
Woke up. Read.
Fooled around in the visual journal.
Lately I'm very interested in quiet gray. Not as a metaphor for something else, just as pure color. My apologies Gray, for ignoring you.
That's it. My short missive from a cool early summer night in Los Angeles, to wherever you are.
yes! to Janet’s comment, even though you would not know I belong to that club 🙂
What a great place to nap and read….made perfect by the addition of a cat!
I love gray….maybe because I am gray!! I wear a pin that says “gray is the new blonde”
neutrals can be so enticing….space to think in..spread yourself out in..
Sure would like to join you here! 🙂
Buck is smart.
Just my kind of day, thank-you for making it seem special.
anna maria says
Just yesterday evening I covered the discarded cover of a watercolor pad with Payne’s Grey sloppily brushed into still wet gesso. I’m still in love with it today.
Dorothy Anderson says
Mary Ann….Art Tart #2….you are the very best at FINDING MEANING IN YOUR EXPERIENCE…IN YOUR LIFE. I love that about you. You are ALIVE….and it is exhilarating to follow you through your day with cats and plants and fabric and color, and eloquently simple language. You wake me up and make me attend to my own living, breathing experiences. For example, today I will actually go to my poor neglected blog and express some meanings from my lovely life. Thanks. Dorothy
Love that garden-y, art-y, open and nature-y space you have back there. I’ve been working with grey a lot lately, too. Whaddup, yo?
Thanks for the missive, brief yet blissive.
susan w says
I can feel the quiet. You know so well how to take care of your self. A good example for us all.