Here is a painting I worked on recently. It's a fairly large painting for me. I believe it's about 12 X 15 or so. It's in a sketch journal where the page was gesso'd and then covered with small bits of paper and painted over with more gesso to give it some texture. It was interesting but I'm not sure I like painting over such a rough surface. I do like how the paper shows through her skin though.
I told My Girl I would post this yesterday but we went to the Home and Garden show in Sacramento to get some contractor names to start our bathroom remodel. There are so many to choose from that it all gets a bit overwhelming. Plus it's hard to think of spending so much money on a remodel when the real estate market is is losing so much ground. I feel if we ever need to sell quickly, we won't be able to recoup our purchase price much less the cost we have into it for the new roof and a new bathroom. If we had known 2 years ago that Sacramento would have such a horrible time with foreclosures we would have looked in a different community for a new home. We're not in Sacramento but we're close enough that their problems affect our housing prices. two years ago the cheapest housing prices were $400,000, now you can find housing for under $250,000. That's a huge drop. It's scary.
And if that is not stressful enough, My Guy wants me to have Lasik eye surgery (he's is going to do it too). Tuesday, we both went in to have the initial eye exams and to see if we could have the surgery. We were both given the OK for the surgery but since then, my left eye has been stressed and feels terrible. The day of the exam, I was given eye drops to dilate my eye and drops to check for glaucoma and I think the eye drops irritated my eye... but only one of them. arrrgh. Greg thinks it's psychosomatic because I'm scared. That's entirely possible.
I do have something to look forward to. I'm going to Albuquerque to see My Girl and my mother next weekend. Yay! I can't wait to see them.
But now, I'm feeling out of sorts. My eye hurts, the wind is howling outside, it smells like dust inside and all I want to do is curl up on the couch and read or work on Zentangles in my moleskin. Where is my pen?