|Art Journal collage, 8 x 8 inches|
Meanwhile, I was really busy two weeks ago and also needed the time off from painting. And by the time last week rolled around, my motivation for painting was kaput.
I've given myself permission to not finish the class. There are four lessons left and of course I'll print out the PDFs and watch the videos. And I might even feel inspired enough to do some painting. But I'm not going to force myself if my motivation is still on the wane.
Another thing, at this point in my painting career, or anything else for that matter, if a lesson doesn't speak to me and isn't something I'll use in future, then I don't feel I need to do it. Most of the earlier lessons' worth of paintings I posted used new-to-me techniques that I hope to explore later on.
I've also been involved in an intense online Buddhist Practice Period through San Francisco Zen Center since late January. And the two major things together -- the Practice Period and the painting class -- have been too much for me to manage comfortably. Had I not enrolled six months earlier for Jane's class, I wouldn't have taken it. But I would have forfeited my money. (Her classes regularly fill up six or more months before they happen.)
At any rate, I'm clear on my priorities -- I'd rather be focusing on Buddhist practice than painting now. That, and reading a lot.
I got myself a Kindle Paperwhite recently, ostensibly so I could read the really wonderful eBooks that Tricycle Magazine publishes periodically for sustaining members. There was no way I was going to read them on my computer. So I bought a Kindle. And I'm enjoying it a lot. I've already checked out several books from Library-To-Go, and gotten numerous free books from Kindle and other online sources.
The last book I mentioned here, The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating, was a Kindle library loan. Then I read C.J. Box's latest Joe Pickett book, Endangered. Then I read a terrific bio of C.S. Lewis, called C. S. Lewis - A Life: Eccentric Genius, Reluctant Prophet by Alister McGrath. Currently I'm reading a memoir by Lily Tuck called The Double Life of Liliane. Plus those Tricycle eBooks one at a time.
In hardcopy, I'm reading David Whyte's Consolations, a beautiful journey deep into specific individual words. Savoring, more than reading. Also Diane Ackerman's Dawn Light. I borrowed that from the library, and not far into it realized I needed to own it. Another very evocative exploration of the wonders of the natural world.