It’s cold and miserable outside, and I’m forced to work from home again (thanks a lot unvaccinated virus mutating hosts). To battle the predictable winter blues, I’ve done a few zoom watercolor classes and some paint sketches of our trip. It’s pleasant to doodle in my front sunroom, though I can’t decide which I prefer—the cold chill of the single pane windows behind me, or the annoying crinkling sound of the wind against the plastic wrapped windows in front of me. Either way, only the images I create have any warmth.
Speaking of creative outlets—-this morning, Charlie appeared at the end of our bed with these expressive black lines on his face, hands, legs and feet.
“Charlie, what happened?”
”I fell!”
“Over and over again?” “Against a marker?”
Yep. From what I can decipher, he fell and happened to get marker on himself once. Then he laid down with different parts of his body against the open marker on the floor and MOVED HIS BODY to make the marks.