A Full-Bodied Week
This week was definitely eventful. I was able to spend two afternoons at the National Gallery this week to work on my painting. All in all, it was a wonderful week. And with the beautiful weather, it has only made walking from the gallery to work a memorable time. This week I started winding down teaching all evenings and Saturdays for a while. It will be nice to have a social life again, but I’ll miss having the mornings to myself.
This experience has made me feel like a tourist in the city where I live. I feel wide eyed at just experiencing the city and the museums in a new way. When walking to work after the museum this Monday, I put The White House on my route. It never crossed my path in all the years I have lived in this area. How weird is that. Now all I have to do is go to the Lincoln Memorial and Washington Monument and I’m set. Strange how you never experience the landmarks where you live, but you go to other locations on your travels with the expressed purpose of going to landmarks.
The work went well this week. I think the painting is starting to come along. I started focusing on details and the background. The last thing I have to tackle is the top of the painting which is a framed painting and her hands. I would like to finish this before I go on vacation, but I think I’ll still be devoting some time to it after I get back. The more I work on it, the more I learn. I’m shocked by the number of colors that are revealed in a painting when you sit for hours and focus on single details.
Today I had a jolt back into reality. When I was getting topside from the U Street Metro to go home, there was a child stuck in the escalator wailing. I just got to the escalator right after it happened. the attendant what putting up a blockade so that no one could use that escalator. I felt so bad for the kid. He was only about four. To think that he’ll always scarred when he looks at escalator or mass transit must suck.