Houston is heating up for the summer. It happens fast, like someone opening the glory hole at a glass blower's. One day it's a balmy 72 degrees and the next: 95 and sucking the air out of you. Then we all say: Why do we live here??? I think the answer is habit. We all visit places where the weather is fine, but then we come home and rationalize. I count it on my fingers:
October through May....IF we are lucky....that is eight months of good weather, right? No snow, no ice. Well once in a while. And if I'm honest it's usually November through the first half of May for good weather. And once in a while, Christmas is scorching. And no place is perfect. We do have the occasional hurricane.
But we stay and we come back because of family and friends and habit. This is where we dug in and got comfortable. There is no place like home. There is no place like home. There is no place like home.
Peace and coolness.
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Love this painting! So strong, so confident. I have been drawing and working on my books. I have been thinking about painting....looked back over the still lifes, I think I will return, but different. Perhaps less complicated? I pick up the brush and I don't know who I am. I continue....Houston even has a smell that is hot. Roots run deep....
ReplyDeleteAh, Annell, a little nostalgia for Houston? Your neck of the woods is one of those charmed great climate places. I imagine there is plenty of room in your studio, and your very creative mind, for book projects and lotsa still life. Brava.
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