|A Panda in Beijing, alla prima watercolor, inspired by a cover from Harper's Bazaar.|
Ellis and I are tied at the hip. As much as we've tried to avoid that happening, after fifty two years together, when one of us is not up to par or involved doing something unpleasant or scary, the other one is affected.
All day long today, my love has been restricted to drinking nothing but liquids and eating nothing but jello or soup broth. He's starving. He's anxious. He's very apprehensive about having to drink the gallons of crap the doctor prescribed to clean out his system. He's having a colonoscopy. As necessary as this test is, it's a bear. You'd think they would have come up with some prep a little bit less violent.
All day long, I've been as anxious as he is. I tried to take my mind off his distress by painting, but nothing good came of it. My heart wasn't in the studio; it was upstairs napping on the couch. I kept wishing it was tomorrow when we were back in good spirits as we head for home around eleven o'clock.
This is a watercolor from the past. After a day of going no where with oils, it looks like I had some fun doing it. The female figure is sort of a mess, but I like it. It fits.