A stuffy-nosed hello to you all! I have a 50 lb bowling ball of a head on my shoulders, sinuses all stopped up, and sniffles galore. hello beautiful oak trees that give us luxurious shade in the hot summer months. hello the precursor hell that is a continuous fog of greenish yellow pollen that blows down from them like a cloud of death. hello spring allergies. (three million cheers for Canada that still carries my allergy pill of choice that I can no longer get in the US. three more million cheers for buying stuff online and having it delivered right to your door just when you thought you couldn't take another minute of what feels like someone's elbows shoved into either side of your nose.)
And yet, I still paint. I paint and sniffle and sneeze and paint some more. I listen to loud music and drink lots of water and wonder what famous people are doing right this very second. Not really. i just had that one thought earlier today. Like, I'm in here painting in my garage while Tom Selleck is doing what? Digging ditches?
I dug a few ditches of my own this week. Mostly in wax. Then I rubbed some paint down in them ditches and had a little conversation with the marks that made themselves evident. Working with wax is always such an adventure. It's like planning your birthday party with someone who is planning a bigger surprise birthday party for you at the same time. You know there's going to be a party, you just have no idea how cool it will really be until it happens. I make marks in the wax but then I find even more cool marks that I didn't put there. I love that.
I might be subconsciously craving a long road trip because I feel like I'm painting a lot of sky in some form or another. Or at least mostly open space where the wind is probably blowing a little bit. I'm pretty sure that the deserts of eastern Oregon and Nevada are putting on an awesomeifying sage-blooming show right about now. Bet it's purdy.