Most of my art supplies are packed, but I still have my pastels close at hand. Whenever I use them, I love them and think I will devote myself to them from now on. Of course I never do. But this is what I've done over the last three days. The first one is from a picture of downtown Bangor that was in the newspaper the other day. I copied it (without permission, of course), and did this small painting from it. I like it, even though the drawing isn't all that great. The other painting is done on a piece of craft felt I had bought weeks ago for another purpose. I had been reading about different grounds for pastel so decided to experiment. It was fun, but I don't think I'll repeat the exercise.....too soft and unforgiving.
Otherwise life crawls on as I wait for news. I am in limbo, unable to see where I fit and increasingly ambivalent about the move. I wait.