Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Blogging, An Addiction?



No. Writing is. A couple of days ago, I said 'till next year,' suggesting that would be my last post of the year.  The very next day, I broke my promise when I broke through my 'block' and got a pretty fair start on a floral.  The truth is I love writing as much as I love drawing, painting, photography and playing the piano.  Not a day goes by when I don't do one or all of those things.  

Today was no exception. I photographed the plate of chips, salsa and guacamole they serve us in the casita. I thought it would be a nice subject for a free hand WC--but I didn't get to it.  Instead, I broke my win streak in two suit Spider Solitaire ( brain exercise) while watching the waves curl and treated myself to a massage, (spiritual and physical renewal).  I was such a dishrag afterwards,  I had no desire to lift a finger.  So, I did nothing--except write these lines after dinner.  

I'm totally addicted to self expression--in one form or another--at home or on holiday.  Though Ellis has refused to tote my stuff one more day, I will manage.  Without one art or another, my day just isn't my day. 
 


8 comments:

  1. Hola Linda,
    Yummmm! I enjoyed that wonderful photo and as soon as I finish this comment, I'm heading to the kitchen where a small bag of leftover tortilla chips are screaming my name. Michele always makes them whenever she prepares two large taco salads for dinner. They are addicting, no? Si!!!!
    Your self-description sure sounds a lot like me, substituting a ukulele for the piano. Great post.
    Have another great day tomorrow.
    Sincerely,
    Gary.

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    1. Thanks Gary. Si. Those tortilla chips are very addicting--too addicting. More Linda will be going home than the Linda who arrived. I might have to consider running a marathon! Nah! Dancing in front of an easel will have to do.

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  2. Bonjour chère amie,

    Je pense que la cuisine est un art complémentaire à la peinture ... J'adore cuisiner !
    Je n'ai pas la chance de jouer du piano mais je suis entourée de pianistes autour de moi...
    L'addiction ! Quel vaste sujet !... Oui, je suis dépendante : de la couleur, de la découverte, des bonnes odeurs... et tout cela sans cesse renouvelé...
    Quelle belle maladie alors !

    Je te souhaite de très joyeuses fêtes à toi et à tous ceux que tu aimes...
    Avec plein de gros bisous ❄︎ ♡ ❄︎ ☃ ❄︎ ♡ ❄︎

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    1. Yes! I did forget cooking , the most immediately satisfying art of them all. When a painting isn't going well, the kitchen and putting together a sumptuous meal satisfy my creative urge and renews my determination to conquer whatever went wrong at the easel that day. Artists are multi talented people in a number of creative fields, but we all have our favorites--or do we love them all? I think I love them all.

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  3. I fully understand the way you feel life ...
    I think that for those who feel this way, blogging is a true gift.
    Enjoy your holiday!

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    1. This feeling of having to create something daily or the day isn't right, lets us know for certain that we are indeed artists. BTW, sometimes I resent this urge that pesters me and makes me feel sad if I don't act on it.

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  4. I write more than I paint ... but I don't play a musical instrument (wish I did) but love music.

    Good to see you are finally relaxing: as far as you ever can ... which isn't saying a lot :0))

    Just going to look at your last post ... which I missed.

    I really value the critique you give on my stuff, many thanks. God bless!

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    1. Sorry if I offended, but sometimes, we can't see what is missing because we're too involved. If you prefer privacy, send me an e-mail and just know that just because I commented, doesn't mean you have to publish it. I would understand.

      The masseuse found two gigantic knots in my shoulders! I knew the Venetian had made me tense and the fact that I hadn't brought the right watercolors had aggravated me, but I didn't know how much till she started working them out. I should have gone sooner, but I do hate to miss a minute of sunshine and sea.

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