I was exhausted. When I got back to the hotel last night I was drained. Watercolor work is intense and requires (at least, when you're learning) every bit of your concentration. I imagine that once the techniques are more ingrained - once one is more able to work freely with a firm grounding in how to reproduce on paper what is in the mind - it will be easier and less tiring to work. Relaxing, even.
I am exhilarated. I love what we did in the workshop over the weekend. I feel a renewed passion for painting - I haven't done much panting in the last year and a half and now I know I will get back to work. It's all a matter of priorities. They need to be properly set.
I have a new friend. Several, in fact. But in this instance, I am referring specifically to Rusty Harden, a wonderful artist, patient teacher and all around remarkable woman.
I have a lot of pictures. Especially of Tipp City, which, until 1938, was known as Tippecanoe City. Tipp City sits along the path of the Ohio and Erie canal, which connected the Ohio River, at Cincinnati, with Lake Erie, at Toledo. In the early part of the 19th century this canal was an important economic artery for the region, but it wasn't long before it was supplanted by road and railroad transport. What is left, now, is picturesque, if nothing else.