Vacation was great–Acadia, Boston–and now I’m home, stuck to my bed. And though this may not be the worst way to re-enter daily life after a vacation–we all know that can be rough!– I’d rather have the option of moving as I please.
It started with The Beehive trail in Acadia. This is not your ordinary trail, but a series of rocks with blue blazes. Rocks that are part of a cliff. A cliff that you climb. Following those little blue blazes. There are iron rungs drilled into rocks, like ladders (see them in the photo?). There are narrow rock ledges and there is death potential (a sign even said so, but even without the sign this was evident). Climbing it was kind of exhilarating in that you-must-be-in-this-very-precise-moment-or-you-will-die way, which I almost did, with my one little stumble. But I didn’t die, and when we got to the top we soaked in the view and then hiked onward to an amazing lake called The Bowl, which is cradled in the nook of a mountain ridge. We changed in the trees and blew up the raft we brought up the cliff face (credit here to my son, who did the actual carrying). He also brought his snorkeling gear.
Later that night, as I climbed into my sleeping bag, I realized I was in trouble. My back was stiffening terribly. In the morning we would be heading home, a drive of two days. Further stiffening. Once home I attended to those necessary errands–grocery shopping and bank deposits, because of course we spent all our money–and when I got home I said to Zoë’ “please put away the groceries” and I climbed the stairs to my bedroom and surrendered to my transient misfortune.
But its not a misfortune, really, because I’ve been playing with one of the sketches I made in Acadia, making a real painting out of it. This never happens because when I get home I always get swept into the re-entry into daily life, and then proceed with whatever I was working on prior to leaving. I think this is a bad idea. Especially if your vacation was particularly fruitful in the inspiration department. Which this one was. In interesting ways. I don’t want my daily life to consume my inspiration; I want to delve into all the interestingness of it–the tarot reading, the friction of Boston, the insights along the way–but for now I’ll just share the evolution of this little painting I’ve been working on as I lounge about in bed taking it easy.
Here’s the sketch, which I made on the mountaintop in the rain. My darling husband held the umbrella over me as I worked. I’m so lucky.
I transferred the sketch with a navy blue pastel pencil unto Pastelbord (one of my favorite substrates, though it has some limitations).
Added a little watercolor…..
And now filling it in with some pastels! Here’s to a rough re-entry from vacation to regular living! Keepin’ it on the sunny side!