I had it in my mind yesterday afternoon to pick more persimmons, rake the leaves, and clean up the canna lilies I dug out before breakfast. It was a gorgeous autumn day, the sun's warmth keeping the chill at bay. Before I knew it I had painted those plates up there in the photo. Maybe today, I might get to those tasks.
This was my second adventure with plate painting. This time I discovered some things about me:
One, the plate is my canvas, I say with dramatic relish.
Two, a plate's design, such as a border of faint red and blue flowers, can be painted over, with abandon. So much for the Mama's chinaware that she only displayed. It's not like I'm doing anything different other than displaying them, with new faces, in the the yard somewhere.
Three, painting the whole canvas is cool. It was with much restraint that I didn't paint a background behind Konnie, the small rambunctious elephant.
Four, mixing colors is the same joyful sensation I got when I drank soda water as a small kid. I found some interesting colors, especially that greyish purple of Konnie.
And, five, I love that Molly the Cat likes to hang out with me as I paint.
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