Thursday, March 28, 2013

Marching into April

My last post I mentioned scrapping the acrylic painting I had been working on and switching mediums. I did just that and it was a treat. I did a watercolor. What I love about watercolor is the layering, yes one has to think backwards in a sense. I have to know where my lightest spots are before I get to my darkest spots and unlike acrylic whereas if you screw up you just paint white over it, watercolor does not have that option.

I never understood watercolor as a kid, I always hated how they all would get muddy in the watercolor pan and finally every color was brown, various shades of it for sure. It wasn't until college that I realized the beauty and versatility of watercolor. Layer on layer can create such beautiful hues, tints, and shades.

Since I love to paint flowers, which I can only gather is because the colors can be so rich and the textures so varied. Within a flower can be smooth and yet sharp, transparent and opaque, lights and darks together. Mother nature is wonderful at putting colors and textures together, and full of inspiration.

So, as usual I painted a flower.

Watercolor: Iris

With Spring finally giving us some sign of hope I think flowers are also a good way to get into the spirit of the time of year where we see flowers begin to bloom, grass turn green, and trees leafing out and one of my favorite things, crab apple trees in bloom.

I went for a walk in the sun yesterday and marveled at the running water in the brook near our house. The geese sitting softly by the waters edge and I smiled to think how beautiful that moment was. I was there to enjoy the beauty of the skies, the birds and the water. I could feel the coming of Spring and the birth of a new season.

Wishing you all the chance to re-bloom this Spring with a new spirit.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Que Sera Sera!

Been awhile since my last post. I never know if that is good or bad, that probably depends on what my recent posts were about as to whether things are better or worse. Today I like to use the word 'stable'.

A couple weeks ago I had the best week of recent history, I would actually have to say years. It has literally been years since I have had a great week. With my old lungs I would be happy to have a few good days in a row before the infection would return, and on top of that it wasn't like I was breathing with two full lungs. Even this past summer when I felt good before the infection settled into my lymph node and lungs I had great days but I also still was dealing with pain from the transplant and I would have one or two good days, or partial days before I would 'crash' as I like to call it.

It has been just over two months since my big surgery to remove the Phlegmon, let's call him Phil for short. Phil really bummed me out until we removed him and since then even though it was extremely difficult recover, and still not perfect, it has improved. It is nice not being on IVs four times a day and instead only once, or rather twice after this week. I have had coffee with friends, gone to events, been shopping, crocheting my little heart out, painting, illustrating, and designing. I literally don't have enough time some days.

There have been some crappy days since the fabulous week but nothing that I can complain too much about. Except for the fact my incision from this last surgery opened up this past weekend. It is ugly and gross but the surgeon is hoping the fact it is draining it will heal. He thinks due to my lack of fat, I irritated the skin with my boney shoulder blade by sitting against an unpleasant, not soft enough, surface. So more antibiotics and hoping and praying they do not have to open it up and clean it out to then pack it. That idea just sends me over the edge.

Other than that I am still doing reasonably well. My spirometry, or numbers are going up, slowly but at least they are moving. No where near were I was before this last surgery but having a muscle now wrapped around my lung the Dr. doesn't feel I will reach back to where I was. I however won't give up on getting close to that, just yet.

Right now as always taking things in stride and looking outside wondering why Spring has to take so long this year. I love the beauty of this white stuff covering the ground and clinging to the trees but there is a point at which it just needs to disappear and bring on the green. I need to get back outside. I am not a winter outdoor person, which I am sure I have mentioned more than once. I don't mind walking outside if there is no wind, but that is a rarity around here. There is no comparison of walking the treadmill and walking the hills around home, honestly not even close. If I am still going to try and run a 5K in my life I need a little more encouragement from Mother Nature.

My work space
My goal this week is to try a new painting. The one I have been working on, a commissioned piece, for the last six months has me so ticked off from overworking it for the second time that I had scrapped it all together and trying a different way. I will just white over the old one and use it for something else down the road. Sometimes starting fresh is the best option, and remembering to walk away when it gets difficult because trying to continue only makes things worse. That is probably why computer graphics are great, you screw up or don't like you just hit undo, paintings are not that easy.

I am off to start my day, not sure which direction first but maybe just finish my tea and enjoy the sunshine that has graced the skies this morning. A peaceful moment.