I have to admit that the Chauncery from the Bleak House is just a wee bit too close to our experience with the construction industry in Spain. Expensive and very very very slow.
Don't know how long I will make it with this book. Just a little too close to home.
Today's painting owes a big nod to Ted Harrison, who I mentioned a couple of posts ago. I've been letting his images settle a bit, and I then they felt like emerging again today.
I was walking in the hills and thinking about the painting a day project and the rather flat blog posts of late. It occurred to me that there is only so much creativity in me in a given day. That would be totally depressing. If I do a painting I am not going to be able to think of something to write?
I prefer to look at as more a matter of getting the creative muscles used to more activity...they get a little stronger and more flexible ever day. I get to think about painting ideas and posting ideas in ONE DAY! Every day!!!!
(And I have to try and remember them...ho hum)
On another topic, one of the things I find that I miss are friends. I have never in my life had fewer. Certainly not in a place I have spent so much time. There is that pesky language barrier thing, and I do have buddies at work, but I've never been to their house, nor they to mine....I truly have one friend here.
It is odd, and somewhat disconcerting. Not something I am used to at all. It is a culture, at least here in the village, that is very closely oriented to family. That is where social life happens principally, and we don't have family here other than ourselves. The kids have more of a social life, though neither has a 'best friend'.
I am going to be up all night waiting for a theme or idea to emerge today. I may just have to give up and give myself and my voice a rest.
Hope for better ideas tomorrow. Sorry.