When I was younger, I used to ascribe so much more significance to simple things like dates. I would wake up and revel in the idea that it was a new month, that the date matched my age (I’m 7 and today is the 7th!!) or that it was Wednesday, my favorite day of the week. There was no particular reason that Wednesday was my favorite day; it always just seemed marginally better than other days, and so I always looked forward to Wednesdays.
This painting got me wondering why I had stopped looking at the world around me with such wonder. I just got so old that the beginning of another month, another year, doesn’t matter that much anymore?
Well, enough of that. Today is the first day of March and I’m going to get excited about it with my girls.
This painting is charcoal and watercolor on 5x7” paper. The reference was a photo taken by photographer Polly Alderton (@dollyandfife) - used with permission.