I’ve been doing it a lot, you know. Thinking about my dad. I am burying myself in my art, practicing in watercolor rather than pastel.
My dad would have enjoyed my mini paintings. He loved to sketch, to build, to paint. Oh how I miss him.
August 8th will be the one year anniversary of his death. I can feel it. I haven’t felt well for a couple of weeks now. I have been nauseated, anxious. Could it be this? Or something else?
I had a panic attack early the other morning at work. My folder for Tuesday morning of things to do was thick and I cried. What the heck is going in? Stupidity. This is not me, I love the busy work.
Lately I feel as though I am being swallowed whole. I can’t explain it, nor can I figure it out. I’ve given up trying. I have dove into my art, exploring new possibilities, new media.
I miss working in pastels but my gosh, talk about messy. My husband would have a fit. So I am resorting to watercolor. It is easy to clean up and there is no dust for the dogs to walk through and track throughout the house.
But the truth? I love this! Look at these beautiful colors.
I have started my Christmas cards.
Here is a sneak peek:
They are all different. Sigh. I hope to get through the next month.
I know dad would not want me to worry. I can see him shaking his head.
Miss you dad, love you ❤