Stuff from a Saturday

After "work," I skipped the entrance to my neighborhood and drove to WalMart, about four miles further down the road. I thought I'd go tomorrow after church for gas and a pack of coffee, but as it is Saturday evening, and I had nothing to do, why not. It's always entertaining and a little scary. (Not really.) Why is it that "WalMart people" are real!? The main thing is, I have no one to be accountable to, all decisions are mine, and I can do what I like when I like. I'm beginning to love life as a single girl. And If I want hors d'oeuvres for supper, why not! 

While at "work," the AW, i.e. studio, after conversing with everyone I could, I stayed in my room/studio and spread some acrylic paint around. This is what I ended with. One of these days, I am going to get back into oils, but for now, I am pushing layers of buttery soft acrylics of pretty colors around on 12 inch square canvases, and they all somehow seem to end up looking like this. I guess it is my style and my palette. aargh . . . I think its title will be "An Uncommon garden." Parts of it, I'd like to change, but I occasionally must call something completed. 

When I moved here, I discovered ..

 Wilmington is a mecca of creativity.

I don’t know if people are drawn to its vibe or if they are freer to release their creative nature after being here. Maybe it is the light of the sun or the energy from the waters we lie between. Maybe it’s like an Italian city in that way. We have a dynamic mass of painters and makers of visual arts. The theatre and music communities bless our town in so many ways. New chefs come and set up their own small restaurants with delicious and diverse manus. I’m not in touch with the writers here, but it is lonelier work, and Wilmington is also quite social. Anyway, it is a good fit for me. Even if I had not had to come home to Wilmington, beloved homeland of half my ancestors, I would love it. 

Golden cardinal

 

Wisteria

 The wisteria vine is a pretty addition to spring.