i am sketching with the brush
continuing to explore venice from afar with watercolor.
and also making the occasional car sketch. regardless of how it turns out, i find car sketching deeply meditative. windows down. leaves falling all around me. a breeze stirs the branches of the tree i’ve parked next to. an acorn falls on the roof. an old man shuffles by.
now that i have my heart set on retirement in a santa barbara trailer park, it’s difficult to live in the here and now.
but i’m trying.
while researching i found out that santa barbara has rent control for mobile home parks which means lot rent can’t increase more than 3% per year. if i was ready to roll RIGHT NOW i would consider making an offer on this place. i’m still trying to figure out how property taxes work on mobile homes.
i’ve decided a mobile home park is a perfect location for a womens’ art commune. old women with sketchbooks and walkie talkies. or something. i’m still formulating the plan in my mind.
it’s what i do when i’m walking around the huntington on saturdays.
in the classroom, the kids are getting used to doing regular watercoloring in their sketchbooks.
this week we’re perfecting our leaf drawing skillz.
on my bookshelf
one of you recommended this and i’m rather grateful. i’m reading it. the old-fashioned way – on my kindle. so atmospheric!
also…this is divine.
if you’re off on an adventure i’ll need to know about it. if you just retired and are having the time of your life i’ll need to know about that too.