grahite on toned paper heightened with white
These hands sort of reflect how I feel for the first few weeks of December every year. Like strangling someone. Maybe Santa. Since everything I do is an art form, Christmas duty escalates to a high degree of difficulty because it involves getting perfect gift boxes in the mail to my entire family. I have to shop for just the right gift(s) for everyone, they get wrapped with beautiful bows and bobbles. I dry fruit and beef jerky which go in the festive baggies. I make popcorn balls and Christmas cookies. Then come the Christmas cards that all have to include a picture or two. In a word…step aside Martha Stewart. Girlfriend I could show YOU a trick or two about how it’s done. And what fun would it be if I hadn’t chosen the busiest day of the year to go to the post office with my stack of boxes so tall I could not see over the top of them. I call this “Tis the season for a migraine…’
This year was complicated by the fact that I had a french final last Monday night, and a ton of homework to finish for the class. Oh la la, I was glad to see that end. I finally thought I was done when I finished teaching my last classes on Wednesday night, and that I was going to be able to kick back and relax until after the holidays. I have several drawings that have been sitting unfinished for the past month, and a painting or two I want to get to. I have two books I can’t wait to read, and I also love to knit. But do I do any of those things? NOOOOOOO. Instead, I tell my 18 year old son I will throw a Christmas Party for him and twenty of his closest friends on Sunday night. OMG…what was I thinking?