Cobalt blue isn’t in my usual pallette. My two go-to blues are cerulean and aquamarine. A tube of cobalt blue came with the dozens of tubes of acrylics I inherited last year when my friend Louise’ husband, Alex, died. I have used it and I liked it, but I haven’t been painting much since I got the paints so I don’t know if it will have a future with me.

It’s uncomfortable not painting. I feel a little pressure because I have beautiful materials and an easel, things I dreamed of having, and I’m not in there with them. I’m in a kind of “life-doldrums” I think. I know that happens, that it will go away, and it’s OK. The best work I’ve done has been after a period of not painting. Yesterday I took down my art blog. It was just attracting spam comments. I wasn’t writing and no one was reading. This morning I will clean up some of the details on this blog. I look at moments like these as opportunities to prepare for the next great thing, whatever it may be, just like right now farmers are out there putting seed potatoes in the ground. It’s going to be a while before anything “happens,” but when it does?

I planted Scarlet Emperor Beans yesterday, I don’t even know how many — I think 9. I put them right into the ground. I figure I can cover the sprouts if I have to. Temperatures are unseasonably warm, even at night, forecast to continue well into the next couple of weeks. I couldn’t see setting up the baby plant nursery in the house for those giant beings if they could just go out where they are supposed to be to start with. I have iris about to bloom, which is insane. They are usually June flowers here…

OH well…

44 thoughts on “Blues

  1. Yeah, I know those doldrums. Had ’em all early Spring. But I’ve placed three poems in the past six weeks, so I’m engaged again and poeming every morning. It’s interesting what that “good-boy-jimmy” pat on the head will do for a guy’s attitude.

  2. My sister called it “butterfly soup”, when you go in your coccoon and melt into soup and come out a butterfly. That melting part is difficult, but worth it.

  3. I’m hearing that one day soon you will decide to pull out the paints and see what happens — and you’ll be off and running! The world is currently in a bad state of flux, and I think we’re all a little down — with any luck, we’ll soon come out of it and be more productive — just make sure not to spill the coffee!

    • I think you hit on something. The world is “Too much with us, late and soon” (Good old Will S.)

      The world is too much with us; late and soon,
      Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
      Little we see in Nature that is ours;
      We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
      This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
      The winds that will be howling at all hours,
      And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
      For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
      It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
      A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
      So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
      Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
      Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
      Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

  4. When I visited a monastery a few years ago, there was a wall with over 130 shades of blue painted on it and labeled with names. That reminded me that e.g. Berber peoples, who are specialized in dyeing textiles, distinguish a myriad of red tones. Around the time I read this, I read in an article that most of us (in richer countries) can only name a few shades of red. The same probably applies to blue as well.

    • I know… At least I walked the dogs. I didn’t want to walk Teddy — hoped for a chill walk with Bear but OH NO. That little tyrant pushed his way out the back door and that was it. I did learn that he knows what “Get in your seat, Teddy!” means.

      • ‘That little tyrant…’makes me laugh just thinking about that sweet little guy hustling out the back door. Teddy–you are adorable.

        • He KNEW I would take him. You should have seen him in the garage, hiding behind the car until he knew he was going, then he jumped in the back when I opened it for Bear. It’s just sometimes I’d like a walk with Bear. The little Napoleon even pretended to stay in the living room while I leashed Bear. I thought, “We’re good” then WHOOSH!!!

  5. April showers bring May flowers, but we’ve had a rainy May instead. Our plants are a month behind. It’s quite cool and even cold on several occasions, however my Stargazer Lily has sprouted and I’m so looking forward to it’s bloom.

  6. Sounds like you are having “painter’s block”. I find that chocolate and a really good book cure most “blocks”. I am decluttering my house as I type this (Sparky is hauling out a ton of stuff) so I’ve got to go price it… I’m hoping everything gets a little warmer here so that Sparky can plant his garden – he was planning on doing it Sunday or Monday… We’ll see. Good luck on the beans – I’ve got my fingers crossed for no frost!

    • Yep, painter’s block or something. I’m trying to summon the interest to plant tomato seeds in peat pots in the house. Maybe tomorrow. I don’t think the migraine I had Wednesday was much help. I hope Sparky can plan his garden. 🙂

  7. Sorry to hear your suffering with the doldrums and hopefully they’ll start to wither away soon. Maybe yesterday morning’s nearly spilled coffee is the signal that a change is ahead. And when it actually spills then you’ll know you’re there.

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