Today is a late spring day with early summer tendencies.
I have decided that I need more art in my life. No, not art, more creativity. As I biked this morning to get my car from the car doctor (not terminal, but more work needed) I realized how much I like the open air. My office cubicle lacks a window. It's sterile walls are punctuated by a few pieces - pictures of the kids, an angel given to me by Sharon, a photo from Mezay, my Pokey and Gumby and a wee tiny giraffe with a broken leg (a remanent of remembered dinner years ago). Otherwise the papers and debris are all work related - reminders, to do lists, requests and reports.
I stretched my legs at the farmer's market this morning. Lettuces, spinach, greens abound. Yet to early in the season for the colourful veggies to appear. The people wander and dogs on leashes sniff about for other dogs or perhaps a treat. I bought some spinach, asparagus and a hothouse set of tomatoes and english cucumber. I found a funky glass pendant in Mom's favourite aquamarine colour and a white and black on for me. Some bath tea (steep in hot tub and soak away tension - if only that easy).
Last night I attended the art exhibit of Penticton Plein en Aire. My amazing, talanted friend Carol has a piece there. A range of mediums - watercolour, acrylic, oils on paper, canvas, board - and an even vaster array of style - chunky and sexy Group of Seven types, whispering and reserved watercolours, acrylics that scream with colour, some in bold relief, some detailed - all of them beautiful.
I think I shall create a dinner to celebrate colour, texture and sensory overload. It will be my own short term piece of art. I am looking forward to that glass of red wine which will work with me during the creative process.
