Tag: Quiller wheel

Saturday studio

It is Friday night and I’m worn out from the week.  I have not been to the open drawing studio at the Morean Art Center in a couple weeks, unfortunately… but, I am definitely going tomorrow.  I miss the unbroken block of work time offered, even though I struggle with going to the classroom-like atmosphere.  I need this time tomorrow.  I need to focus.  I have been slacking in my own studio a bit, for my week is full of truly exhausting tasks and my Temperpedic bed is just so snuggley during this arcane  Florida winter.   And I’m still looking for a Quiller wheel to play with….

You’d think that my warm, snuggley, Temperpedic bed would allow me to focus and read some of the library books I brought home over a month ago.   It really is an evil entity, beckoning my sore bag of bones to sink down into it, eating  popcorn and watching dvds of Charmed and old, black and white movies.   I renewed my stock of books last Saturday (instead of going to the art center) and still haven’t cracked open but half of them.  I LOVE reading, but focus is hard to come by these days.  Must work on that.  Maybe its my house-wear – cozy, fuzzy slippers and flannel jammies –  that keeps me from seeing the light of day?  hmmmmm.

Quiller stealer…

Sometimes I can rework the paint on my palette over and over, trying to find the exact color that is in my head.  It isn’t that it is necessary to the integrity of the subject matter – I just want what I want and will work the paint until it is there, glistening and silky and has turned exactly the color I see when I close my eyes.  It is rewarding. Nonetheless… I am in search of a Quiller wheel – like the one my Color class teacher from school had us use every time we even thought of mixing paint.  She was crazy as a loon, but right on about color.  I have other color wheels, but not the same as the Quiller wheel which, by the way, someone “borrowed” from my school studio- Quiller stealer.   I will search one out online, as I haven’t found one locally.  I think it  may save me a bit of time – and precious energy, and I am in need of both.   The imagery in my head seems to  fade as my energy level drops…just like a video game.   Need to fuel up at the coffee shop, now……mmmmmmmm.