rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Lap Kitty

My cat insists on curling up on my lap when I'm using the computer. If I don't let her use my lap, she sits on the mouse pad. She sheds. The mouse is going to end up full of fur. So she gets to curl up on my lap. Cats.

It would be nice to be able to paint. I never quite got the hang of it, not with watercolors, not with oils. I'm actually not even a very good draftsman. I've only ever done a couple of drawings that I actually liked. But, today, I was noticing the afternoon sun behind patchy clouds, and the back-lit pines and the bare apple trees in the orchard, and I wished that I could paint that scene. A photograph would never get it exactly right. It would take a Monet or a Van Gogh or a Turner to capture the quality of that light and its effect on the scene. Still, I'd like to be able to do it myself.

Odd. I'm the only person in my family who can't draw. And I'm the only one who has any real interest in art. Heredity is cruel. Stupid DNA.
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