. . . grow fonder? Adrian and I went to California on separate trips recently, and I think the separation did help us to appreciate each other more. I was at my wits end with him before he left because he was not taking care of himself and resisting help from others. He was angry at me for buying him a walker. How dare I imply he needed one to get around? Even if he was leaning on me, or an office chair with wheels, to get from the bedroom to the livingroom?
When I put him on the plane to San Francisco, California, I thought, "Let his sons take care of him for a week." And they did. A day later, I went off to my family reunion in Simi Valley. We played lots of tennis and ping-pong and hung around my niece's beautiful pool--just the R & R I needed.
I feel like I've been away from my art forever, though. I managed to paint the top and bottom edges of my last two canvases after I got back, but then son Owen arrived for a visit and what with the Fourth of July, Wimbledon, and general laziness, I haven't done much work.
Here are the two canvases:
Canvas #43, 60" x 60"
Canvas #45, 60" x 60"
