Unfinished painting

Unfinished painting

 ​Today, I brewed black tea, put it in a pretty gold cup, went to the studio, and sat down on a chair to draw. After setting this up, I came up with a picture to draw and sketched it out.

  ​Yesterday before I went to sleep, I had an image I had in mind, so I started happily listening to the sound of rain outside.

Working while listening to the sound of rain is one of my pleasures.

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  ​But just in time, I got a call from my child's school. My daughter is coughing and The school nurse thinks that she needs to be tested for Covid 19. Immediately I put down my brush on the desk and hurried to school. Fortunately, when I brought her to the hospital and tested, the result was negative. I could drew again with my child.

  In the end, I couldn't deal with the painting within the schedule for today. My drawings are so unfinished.

 ​But before I became a painter, I had work to do as a mother and a housewife, and it was a busy day because I always did this well, but it is rewarding.

 ​The finished version will be finalized at the Night Heron meeting, a watercolor gathering of artists tomorrow. I will post again after I finish.

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  ​Below is my daughter's drawing after looking at my drawing. Something intense and wonderful.

  At this age, children never draw later. If they find an image for something, envision it, and decide to draw it, they can draw it at once and very quickly. Sometimes I envy that speed and agility. Perhaps it is because she treats paintings with a clear and pure heart without worrying about showing to others.

  When children draw, they draw for themselves, not others. That's why the children always draw the biggest and prettiest in their paintings. If I draw with this kind of heart, I think there will be a big jump. Children are my great teachers.