so little time. Retirement provides so much more opportunity to paint, but community organizations and volunteer time, general “to do” household and holiday errands compete for painting time.
Managing my time in retirement has been fairly easy–I’ve carried over the same discipline I used at work as a school administrator for 28 years to my painting. In January of 2019, after taking 6 months to do nothing but rest, travel a bit, get my new “old” condo updated, and put in some landscaping, I was “ready” to attempt painting in watercolor again. Only limited “skirmishes” with it since 2008 had been possible, although I’ve always loved watercolors.
Acrylic painting was more forgiving, naturally, but extensive community activity for school and the busy schedule of being a superintendent, didn’t allow much time for painting, with the exception of an occasional “paint and sip” activity or a short class here and there, which ran for a month, a few times a year. Usually my work obligations in the evenings meant missing at least one or two of the four sessions in the month-long class. And another might not be offered for several months.
So I tackled painting like work, usually starting around 9 a.m. in January of this year, working at it until late afternoon, trying to get in about four painting days a week, as “life” got in the way otherwise. Picking up grandkids from school on Fridays, the occasional last minute daycare for a sick grandchild who couldn’t go to school, the need to cook healthy food (or just plain good food), and mundane laundry detail all required my attention. And being retired, I found I was just plain tired by 5 p.m. and the evening news and dinner, and some tv channel surfing called me as well.
Ideas keep coming into my head, the more relaxed I get in retirement, where I take time to read artist magazines (on my treadmill, of all things), but I’m still a multi-tasker. I’m a captive audience on the treadmill, and before I know it, 30-40 minutes of reading flies by, while walking at a decent pace (over 3.8 mph = slopped coffee or tea!)
It’s still challenging most days to “just paint” and try new things with no regard for wasting paper or paint, or worrying whether the attempt will result in frameable art. But I find when I do throw caution to the winds, I gain a better piece.
And now, updating my website with photos of artwork, painting, framing for a show on Thursday, and waiting to proof my current order of notecards and prints of paintings, is calling. So little time . . .