Feeling sad about the last watercolor class. I’ve gotten used to Thursdays at Fully Booked, seeing my classmates, and having that allotted time just to paint, which somehow got you in the mood to paint. Weird. Knowing that since you came there to paint, you can get right to painting, no matter how horrible and un-watercolor-like the first half of your day was. Of course, my dad WILL say it’s all about discipline, and it’s not about feeling it, and believe me, in my house, it’s hard to feel like it, because the light is wrong, or people are noisy, or the house is cluttered, or when you DO feel like it, and are bursting with inspiration, your mom tells you to wash the dishes.
It’s hard, sometimes.