I spent the evening reading old journal entries. I couldn’t keep a journal until I decided I would write it for one special person, my future (maybe?) great grandchild. That made it easy to think of what to write. I wrote things that I wish I knew about my great grandparents. My aunt recently told me that she wrote her memories of her children and grandchildren and gave them as birthday gifts this past year. How clever of her to think of such a wonderful gift! I am always surprised that my kids don’t remember things from their early days, or when their memory is flavored with the telling and retelling of stories. But isn’t that the way it is for all of us.
My mother talked a lot of memories during her last months. She didn’t share memories (she shared plenty over the years), rather she talked of what memories were, of how our perspective of an event so totally affects a memory. My memory of an event from childhood may be very different than my sister’s memory of the same event. But both of them are true, who is to say your memory is wrong?
The other writing I do is note taking while listening to sermons in church. Those notes include lots of doodling. Sometimes a sermon inspires very visual notes, other times not so much. I am not sure what inspired this fish! Can’t remember from the notes!
Here is another watercolor portrait I worked on last weekend. Added some finishing touches tonight, mainly to keep me up past 9 pm!
This is on aquabord, 8″x8″.
Tags: etcetera, journal page, portraits, The Disarranged Studio, thread painting, watercolor


February 26, 2013 at 11:32 pm |
Awesome post. Had me reminiscing over this glass of wine. Wow how time just flies by.
February 27, 2013 at 12:37 am |
Laurie, I’m always so impressed with your talent!
Your aunt had a lovely idea! I’ll have to remember that!
February 27, 2013 at 3:51 am |
Love this post, Lauren and your church notes. The look in the woman’s eyes is very thought provoking too.
February 27, 2013 at 8:26 am |
Laurie, you have a brilliant idea regarding the journal. Bob gave me a nice one but it sits on the little chest in my bedroom blank because I didn’t know how to begin. The thought that I would be writing to someone (Katherine, perhaps?) about my memories is enticing and doable I think. Love the watercolor above!
April 27, 2013 at 11:57 am |
I love the fish