Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Primarily Hallelujah

Primary colors in late February are fine and nourishing things - they make one feel like dancing, kicking up her heels and throwing paint all over the late winter canvas of her life. I am about to run away without setting foot beyond the little blue house in the village and into the snow beyond.

It is raining here, and to be honest, I can't paint my way out of a recyclable bin bag, a gunny sack, a backpack or a tardis, but that is quite all right. This morning, my brushes in their old mustard crock rival any summer bouquet I can think up, and all the colors in their dear little pots, tubs and tubes are hollering for attention. Throw in a handful of watercolor pens, and life is good.

Mixed on my palette, the vibrant reds, blues and yellows dazzle the eyes, and even the exuberantly spattered floor is arty stuff, probably more so than what I will be smearing on paper, canvas and all over myself this morning. What a great splendid sticky "hallelujah" sort of mess I am about to make - it is just the right thing for a late winter day.


Barbara Rogers said...

There is such beauty in ordinary things!

Kiki said...

Primal scream for ‘more to come’ - you are a master of putting colour and joie-de-vivre in your posts. Thank You.