The weekend is over, back to school, but I've done nothing but art for two days, nothing that is except cook, shop, and do a little laundry. Not much to show for it, I guess. Saturday was the day to go out on the hunt to find "found objects" for collage. I was able to snag some great little treasures. Elephant Bar for dinner, yummy.
Sunday I painted, and painted, and brought out the colored inks for some fun effects. Nothing is finished, though, I just had fun painting backgrounds and having a good time with color. By the time I was forced to clean up, the entire space around me, floor, table, and any other horizontal space, was covered with blotches and dabs of colored paper. what fun.
Sunday afternoon, the boys came over, Ted, to do his taxes on the computer, and Jim after work, Di Di was doing her real estate thing. We had fun just like old times. MoJo, too, of course. When everything was cleaned up, and everyone left, and I got to talk to Judi about the crisis in Arkansas-Boyd's father was drowned on a missionary trip to Nicaragua. I headed back to the studio to paint boxes, and that took me way past my bedtime...