Early morning scene at the Parsons household.
Me: "Come on, get out of bed and get in the bathtub."
My kiddo: "Where is it?"
Me: "Uh...where we always keep it."
Yeah, this morning was slightly rough around the edges as the kiddos transformed from their sleeping-till-noon summer selves to their waking-up-way-too-early school year selves. I felt for them and I'm pretty darn happy to report that they rose to the occasion. A great first day of school was had by all (including me)! And Dave LOVED being in the quiet house today, I'm sure.
A lovely friend and relative of mine trusted me to take a stab at interpreting a written story of hers through painting. I read and reread her story pulling out some key concepts, "transformation" being the most powerful for me, and opening myself to whatever imagery popped into my head. I had three different ideas that I liked. The two I liked best I just couldn't get drawn out the way I imagined in my head. The third was composed of things I'm more confident drawing and this is the one I chose to paint. I'll return to those more challenging images soon because I feel like they were more "right on", and, yeah, I do so love a challenge. One thing I learned during the process of interpretation...it involves every part of me, my mind, my heart, my soul. So different than the feeling I have when I'm drawing something I do purely for beauty's sake. It was a lovely exercise, one that I'd like to do more of.
Anyway, here's to transformation...large or small...they are all awesome in their own way.