Japanese surrealist novella I bought at a little bookshop in Eau Claire this summer.
Too weird for me, but some nice descriptive passages. I wonder, when I read translated prose, how much of the “nice” is in the source versus what the translator brings.
Got lucky with a break in the weather and were able to take in a dance number our youngest was in.
It rained so hard all day and then, about an hour before their show time, it stopped.
This was part of the ODU Public Arts Festival, in conjunction with the Barry Art Museum. The theme was Fantastic Planet, which is what that glowing form is on top of the parking deck.
Between an iOS update and a WordPress update, image upload’s been broken for me so I’m catching up on some backlog.
Last week’s class was spent “playing” in those ovoid shapes with some different techniques. I wasn’t especially happy with any of them. I’m still too green for going that far out with stuff, IMO.
I had some time at the end of class and made that landscape-ish corner. I used some of the lesson in there, which helped.
3 hours of class after a workday is a lot. I’m usually pretty beat by the time we’re done.
I started a watercolor studio class last night. I have very little general art experience and zero painting experience, so this is all new to me.
As I’m sure I’ve mentioned, I’m a life-long buyer of art supplies and now I’ve finally screwed up the courage to put media to paper. I’m sure it will be humbling.