|Red Still Life|
I was up to my elbows in hot soup this weekend. With Winter blowing in, stocking the freezer with hearty soups is a primary objective in Fall. While the rain came down and the winds blew,I made a large pot of Chili on Saturday. Sunday was just as bleak, but warm. I made a large pot of Spicy Chicken Rice Soup,while Honey emptied the flower pots on the the deck, brought in the garden hoses and threw tarps over the lawn furniture. Next weekend, it'll be Split Pea with Shrimp and my favorite, Mushroom Barley. Making dinners in a bowl in bulk and freezing batches takes no time away from painting. I like that. Distractions over what's for dinner create stress and stress causes paintings like the one above.
In between waiting around for the pot to boil so I could throw in whatever was next, I played watercolor. I didn't like the results; I was doing too much at one time. I let it dry overnight and opened the two new sets of pastels I bought for my upcoming class to see what could be done--and to get a feel for the medium. Nothing magical happened. Indeed, I got the feeling I was in hot soup adding another new medium when I have been working with a challenging new one this whole year. I may be spreading myself too thin?