i woke up feeling blue today, my head a whirl with all sorts of shades of it. Damian and i headed out for brunch with his dad for father's day and it was gorgeous outside, the first day of summer. i could smell the green stretched out before me on the passenger side of the road, the fields both overgrown and freshly cut. purple and yellow dots of petals softly harboured the line between the dusty brown road and the verdant pastures. i love dropping the window in summertime and turning my head into the breeze, if you close your eyes you open your nose to the menagerie of scents floating around. even the sky lends a particular sweetness.
after brunch we headed to a mall (yuck) in the hopes of finding some new summer clothes. no luck in that area, we immediately felt the pull downwards that a mall can create. tangled in the crowds of people we both started feeling the mean reds come on so decided to find the nearest exit out. just before our exit we came across an art shop. this mall is a huge new-ish mall and all the stores are outlets, i hate outlets. they always seem to have the most drab clothing and an over abundance in the irregular sizes. the prices may be low(er) but i'm not all over buying something i'm "settling for". on the other hand an outlet art store? now THAT is something i can have a little taste of. the price of canvas got me all excited, my new place for stocking up. i adore gallery wrapped canvas but it's more expensive than the standard. not here, here it's affordable. i couldn't decide what size to get, Damian stood there watching me with a smile on his face. he was aware of my interior blue shades and i think he liked seeing me in a place that made me happy. i had three different sizes lined up, studying them, eenie meeny miny moeing them, so hard to choose. in the end i chose the biggest one with a triumphant "i deserve it!", a sexy 36" x 48" gallery wrapped canvas joined me on my walk to the front of the store. before i had a chance Damian whipped out his wallet and slid his debit card across the counter. i protested but he said "it makes me feel good to buy this for you". i love him.
now i have a large space of white watching me from across my studio. it sits there stretched on a wooden frame awaiting life. it's incredible how intimidating it is, all of that open space, all of the possibilities, all of that white! i'll have to wait for a brave day to put that first spill of colour onto it. i tend to think way too much and it's obnoxious. just go for it, more often than not the best pieces come out of the mistakes. i have to trust this more.