In a resolution, of sorts, I have begun watercolor painting again. I first tried my hand at it in college, before meeting Greg (a very long time ago!), and mostly enjoyed it, but never got into the habit.

This happened again and again, buying supplies, doing a few paintings here and there, but never really establishing a practice. After making what I hope to be a final peace with my retirement status and a serious lack of reading material I care to actually finish, I needed a way out of my chitty-chattery head.

As I had a drawer full of brushes, a little paper, and plenty of paint, I gave it an initial whirl with the apple. Contented, I landed on making a few small paintings each week, bought more paper and some brushes for small, fine details, as I am not interested in large creations. I am truly happy to report my brain is delighted with the escape from overthinking!

This is nearly everything I’ve made, minus one painting for my cousin, as a housewarming gift, which she seemed to like, and pleased my ego. How about that?!

I am mostly satisfied, and will likely give the majority away, the mushroom already promised to someone who loves them. The church (Santo Tomas in Abiquiu) is part of a series I took pictures for last march in New Mexico, of places my Native and Mexican ancestors were baptised, as far back as the 1700s. I hope to frame and hang them in the living room. I am kind of excited and, fingers crossed, they turn out as I see them in my head. This one needs some more background, and I forgot some exterior lights, so I will keep at it.

Cheers!