Bless her strong 93 year-old heart, Mamaw is in the hospital. In Beaumont, Texas, where she has lived her entire life, a strong fabric of friends and family binds her. She’s asking me how the garden is growing while she receives a blood transfusion, her voice thick under medication. I can’t really post much right now, but I’m thinking a lot about her. In fact, by strange coincidence the other day, I was thinking about her 50’s dining room drapes. I was thinking, I really like those drapes. I was thinking I’d do a few paintings about those funky retro drapes. I did a little painting on friday, while the boys watercolored in our kitchen. I’ll leave it here to remind myself of where I was going with my thoughts, later, when I get back to the computer. Do you ever feel so distracted? You have an idea, but need to attend to other things, and leave yourself a little note on your desk: “Paintings. Kitchen drapes. Autumn florals. watercolor? encaustic?”
I hope your weekend is more focused than mine!
