I reacquainted myself with an old love this weekend. I'd been far too neglectful this past year... with pregnancy and a new baby coming between us. It felt so nice to be back in touch!
My husband took the baby over to my in-laws in order to give me a few hours to become reacquainted with my studio. As I was laying down a blue inkwash on a model, it hit me. How I had missed the quiet solitude of my studio. The warm sunlight filtered in through the window, warming my back as I bent over my station. The soft sunlight in the room and the high-intensity LED and Ottlite bulbs shining on my table provided a pleasant contrast. The slightly acrid scent of the acrylic ink and paint that I was working with bit into my nostrils. I never realized how just how much I had missed the quiet solitude until I was back painting again.
I was saddened when I was pregnant, because throughout most of my pregnancy, the slightly acrid odor of the paints and inks would immediately call down a bout of intense nausea. And then, after I had Thorin, I was so caught up in the trials and tribulations of being a new, first-time mother, that I hadn't taken the time to get back into my studio space. Now, with the baby being four months old, and better able to be taken places without me, it is high time that I get back on the horse, as it were.
I still have a bit of a journey ahead, even with just finishing this one commission. After this one, I have another, smaller, commission lined up. Those models are currently sitting on my shelf, watching me as I get closer to putting brush and paint to them. It is a feeling that up until this weekend, I had been unable to describe. But, getting back into the swing of painting definitely carries the same nostalgic, comforting feeling of reacquainting oneself with an old friend.
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