connie sampson

The pandemic has slowed us down to near stop. I am trying to begin a few new things and get my life started again. Better yet, make it sizzle. I am tired of the guilt of being depressed and doing nothing so now, when I wake up depressed I declare a reading day and hope for better luck the next day. And every good day is a whirl of thinning out my hoards, errands etc i.e. I have lots of excuses for never doing anything recreational for me. This course is an attempt to try to make trying to draw a habit. I have long wanted to create something beautiful from my memory's hoard.
I have endless art supplies and project ideas in mind. The materials for two are sitting on the dining room table right now. I has some stones - some fish shaped - and a shadow box waiting to become an under water scene. There is also a glass cube vase with sketches of fall leaves from my yard waiting to be painted on the cube's four sides.
I am mother of four adults now. I am 80. My passion is a 'paradogs'. At the moment I share home with Shelby, a yellow lab that morphs into a golden retriever toward the end and Shaggy, (well named), a Shih Tsu I sometimes think might just be a little man in a dog suit.
I have had so many unusual experiences during my lifetime. After seeing some of the students projects, I know I cannot do anything anywhere nearly as good. Downer. Maybe I should go back to writing. That's something to think about, which has the added advantage of letting me procrastinate. More one day soon. Perhaps.