My counter-offensive is two-part. I'll admit that I've spent quite a bit of time sitting at my window and watching the clouds scudding by. It is quite a show, with a full range of clouds from the darkest rain clouds to clear cerulean blue autumn sky in the shortest time span. Great.
When the sky is grey and I'm tempted to dig out a wool sweater to keep my shoulders warm, I tend to turn to the brightest colors in my watercolor palette for some artificial warmth. Sunshine is the topic of choice, so I've been painting sunflowers galore. The medicine works and here are a couple of the products of my work week.
|Pitcher of Sunshine|
And, of course, there is a thought for the day. . . . from Picasso.
"Art washes the dust of our everyday lives from the soul."
I'd like to extend that thought to music, too . . . .