Adventures with Visual Art...yuck. That title sounds like a textbook.

I made things hard for myself when I said I wanted to post non-autobiographical stuff. It's all very well to attempt to try to aim to endeavor to commit to producing creative work on a regular basis and to set up a venue in order to display said creative work...gosh, all I need now is time!

I've done a little writing this week, but nothing presentable. So, I dug through some old folders to see what I could find.

About two years ago, one of my kids, a talented artist, gave me a watercolor painting lesson. I learned that watercolor is really really easy if you don't mind happy and even not so happy accidents. Watercolor is really hard if you actually have a vision in mind.

Supposed to be headlands...look more like mutant sperm whales.

The actual view from, well, this side of the valley. On a very cloudy day. If all days were cloudy, my watercolor abilities would seem more impressive.

 That day I used up a 40-page 3" x 5" sketch pad just messing with color and differing amounts of water, but I didn't scan any of those. Some of them I glued to Strathmore blank cards and actually used them to write thank you notes and letters. They looked quite respectable.

My bent is much more toward words and music, but occasionally I take out the pencils and sketch something nearby, like my boot. Or I look through a book by an artist I enjoy and see what I can learn about control and technique by copying or adapting a drawing to my limited talents.

Still have not finished the moon. But I sure loved working on this.

In fact, I'm starting to feel downright inspired. Except it's time to make dinner and I'm out of time for now.

Isn't that the way? I have time to be creative, or I have time to write about being creative. But not usually both in the same day.