A mail carrier once scolded me for calling fliers “junk mail”… I suppose from her perspective, there is no such thing. To me, it is unwanted flotsam washing up on my shore headed directly to the recycle bin. Lately, though, I’ve given more thought to what washes up. Could it be that treasure comes near, waiting only to be noticed? Does treasure appear at your feet? Are we so focused on our planned mission that we miss entirely the people we meet, the birdsong., the treasure in the mailbox?
I don’t know but I have decided to find out. For some time I have grown concerned at the rising cost of canvas and paint. Yikes- another price increase?! Meanwhile, I feel my painting wants to grow a little looser, come from somewhere deeper in my heart. And so, this can be the launching point of a new chapter in my life. I’ll gesso the paper; reuse, rather than recycle. I’ll use water color paint, hopefully contributing less to the plague of plastic we all are flooding the oceans with. And, since the materials are so unfamiliar, painting itself will become more tentative, more thoughtful.
I wish all of you joy as you explore the possibilities that come your way.