Last night I walked in my front door and caught myself whistling. Whistling! It was like I was watching myself and thinking, Wow. How cool is that?

The source of my lightheartedness was spending the evening at Frank Bette Center in a figure drawing group, playing with media I’m not used to yet (so many possibilities!). Carey was the model, and she was perfect. I played with my watercolor crayons and will continue to test them and see what their limits are. And I chatted with Tina, another artist I’d met before in a similar group. Talking to her about her recent travels made me want to book an Air BnB in Italy and spend a month there looking at Caravaggios, which I’ll do just as soon as I win the lottery or start a SuperPac with the pretense of building a wall at the Canadian border (Canadians are quite dangerous and have been known to eat their neighbors’ cats).

Spending time with fellow artists is a balm. Creating art is a solo endeavor, so being in a group, and feeling like I’m part of a community, was a welcome comfort.

I was whistling!

12″ x 9″ watercolor crayon on paper = $125