Colours give me comfort. I was a colour conscious young child. Loved everything colourful: Crayola crayons, Colorforms, mosaic sets. Still do, you've witnessed my love of self striping yarns right here on this blog. Recently, as in having knit and crocheted three pandemic blankets. I really was destined for the art world.
This extended era of covid nudged me to indulge in this set of Pan Pastels. Not without guilt, they are sooo expensive. But once we crossed the border in Dec, prior to the current travel advisory, where the price wasn't so bad due to an e-bay opportunity, I satisfied my tonal urge.
As gratifying as a 72 pack of Crayola’s, the one with the built in sharpener. Does anybody know what I'm talking about, this craving for colour? Probably not. I guess there are worse things.
This winter finds me painting prolifically, thanks to another class with David R. Smith. This one was finished today, a summer lake scene, a perfect subject for cooler weather.
Life's a Stitch 
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