At the beginning of the week I drove my eldest daughter across the state for a summer job. Seven weeks at a camp. She couldn't wait to get away from me.
No one should be that gleeful when they are leaving their mother. Except if they're sixteen and going to their first real job that involves doing the things they love best at in idyllic summer camp setting. Then I suppose they could be a little gleeful. But not too gleeful.
For various reasons I had to hang around while she got situated and so of course I got out my journal. I've been reading a book - The watercolor artist's guide to exceptional color - that I got through the interwebs recently after I saw it mentioned on a blog (Maybe Liz Steel's?) Jan Hart (the author) discusses the properties of various watercolor pigments and how they work. I'm all about pigment. This was the book for me.
So I did a little sketch and a little painting.
A book with this much information is going to need to be gnawed on over time. I can only grasp so much and then my eyes glaze over. But I'm gnawing. And savoring.