I had a few hours between jobs and wanted to paint but it was 80 degrees and sunny.
My wacky schedule has me juggling paint and down time. I’ve been dipping my toes into plein air situations, despite being fussy about painting scenarios. These recent open air paintings on paper have very little to do with what I’m doing – aside from opening potential to strike up conversations about purchasing work or raffle tickets.
To me, this plein air thing is more of a skill-building exercise than anything else. I don’t typically do these types of beachscapes, nor do I prefer to work quickly, or in public. I don’t like talking while painting. Heck, I don’t even like listening to music with lyrics at my easel.
In mid-July, I read an article about this heart-melting project. It was within a day or two of finishing this oil painting. VoiceLove puts the voice of loved ones into ICU rooms, even when visitors are not allowed. When you pick up a seashell, you can hear the ocean. It kind of felt poetic.
The doctors behind VoiceLove Project are getting Relay speakers into ICU rooms, allowing critically ill patients to hear the voice of their loved ones… sharing hope, love, words of encouragement. All the things someone fighting for their life needs to hear. They provide a direct line of communication between families and patients. These devices don’t require nurses to facilitate the conversations.
Incredibly compassionate people using their brilliance for good… that’s what superhero movies are made of.
That’s one of the wet paint booby traps on my easel in the background.
I’ve been painting so much during this coronavirus catastrophe that I got a blister on my middle finger. I don’t want to accidentally flip anyone the bird by sharing a picture. Plus manicures during social distancing…
I was an early adopter of the whole self-quarantine thing too… apparently mildly and appropriately paranoid. Like, I skipped MadJam and everything.
I’m grateful to be healthy and pray my loved ones are able to stay healthy too.