but when these happy faces warped out from behind Don's water fall all a sparkle...I had to get down on the floor with my pens and pencils and work as fast as possible to capture their faces...not sure...should they be done in pastels or fluro... all depends on the eye of the beholder I think.
Sometimes I remember them in pastels, sometimes the sun strobes across them and they are all fluro...they don't care. Time is as nothing and its all light and colour , water and sun and earth... I was so pleased to see this mob again as I'd been feeling a bit droopy (okay for a woman to feel droopy - wouldn't own up if I was a fellow) ...tee heee.This year for the first time since about 1977, Christmas will be held at someone elses home. Down through the years because we lived half way between Brisbane and Sydney - everyone came here. They also came here because of the beaches and because we had room and also because Don could not travel... but this year it will be at my eldest daughter and her husband's place...
I am in too minds...feeling tragic because i feel in some way I am leaving Don behind somewhere... and a bit relieved because its not me who has to carry the can ...but i will because I know how hard it is sometimes to be the one who is to fulfill every ones expectations...now its her turn and I will do my level best to help her so its not too onerous...so she can also enjoy -
I'm a good washerupperer...garbage taker outer...toilets cleaner and all round rouse about...
But this year I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE!!!!!!!
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Ah well I guess the time comes when it's up to the adult kids to host the family Christmas. I am at an "in between" phase. First year without Santa, but older kids not quite there wanting to host a family gathering.
I enjoy your art T.
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