Hours passed as I waited for the fog to lift.
Waiting for conditions to be right for my first paragliding flight is different from most other sorts of waiting. I can usually concentrate on drawing while the minutes tick by. This morning my attention was seriously split between being an artist and being a bird.
Finally the fog cleared. The wait continued as the wind refused to grow strong enough for sufficient lift. I didn’t want to simply drop to the earth as I did when I jumped from a plane. I wanted to soar, riding thermals to touch the clouds.
As the sun headed toward the horizon, all hopes of flying vanished in the warm glow.
Between drawings I wandered the paths, inhaled the sea air and thought about how I want to spend the next two years. Why two years? Because I’m following the suggestions of my fabulous Business Coach, MS. Where do I want to find myself as an artist in two years? Where do I want to find myself in ten years? Where is that magical balancing point between painting as painting leads me and painting as the economy leads me? My brain felt foggier than the air around me. I tried to be objective about realism vs. abstraction and where en plein air and the Color Scheme Game fit into the plan. Though I reached no conclusions, I found more options.
I didn’t get to fly today. Instead, I had a wonderful day of contemplation. My sleep will be sweet tonight.
Sketchbook drawings: Pencil and watercolor, Ink and watercolor on watercolor paper in handmade, coptic bound sketchbooks.