And so we begin a brand new adventure for March, moving into a world of possibility with a rather open-ended theme to simply paint what we love. The prompt for today was ordinary, which is the type of world where most stories begin. Just before the grand call to action and heading into an amazing new adventure, it’s that moment where we get to know our narrator. So, these are my favorite sneakers. Yeah, in better stories, there’s really more to it than that, but since my stories are super short this is about as far as I can go today. I have had these for a few years now. Beyond the scuff marks, the only significant change is the arch support insert that Philippe made me add instead of “throwing those damn things in the trash.” I’ve no idea why I grab for these shoes the most as they’re not really that comfortable, but there’s just something about them I like. And because of that, they’ve joined me on many different adventures. For today, it also just felt right that they should be there at the start of this one.
I don’t wear these sneakers to work. They’re for the days when I’m relaxing and not doing much of anything. The days so ordinary that they don’t give you much to tell the next day, but make you feel like you’ve just come back to life again. They’re a grayish green and not particularly beautiful, but they represent all those times when life wasn’t about the spectacle, but simply about the familiar. I’ve attempted to capture them here using just 3 primary colors, allowed to blend together and create whatever color they felt like creating. I love trying new things, but I still have a fondness for all of the little things that manage to make themselves a permanent home in my life. It might be that coffee mug that I received from a friend. The one that you have to squint a bit to see the logo which has now faded from too many washings. I might defend it by saying that it survived all the moves and changes in life because it keeps the coffee really warm. But, it’s more likely that it’s just a fond reminder of happy times with a good friend.
These little tokens that I collect in life are fabulous, not because the world thinks they’re precious, but simply because I’ve decided that they are. In most cases, they’re not only unimpressive, but nearly embarrassing for all the wear and tear they’ve accumulated over the years. But it’s really just that they’ve endured a lot of love. I’d like to think that as I grow older, and accumulate even more gray hair and wrinkles, that people would look on me the same way. That instead of thinking I’m simply old, they’d also say, “he seems to have been very well-loved.” In the end, it probably doesn’t matter whether they do or not. In my heart I’ll know that it’s true. Each little sunrise may make us older, but it’s also a gift. Another time to give and receive love. And even if you’re the only one to see the beauty of a certain moment, you’ll always know that in the end, there’s nothing more special than those beautiful ordinary days.
About the Doodlewash
Sennelier L’Aquarelle: Indian Yellow, Perylene Maroon, and Ultramarine Deep. Lamy Safari Al Star pen with Platinum Carbon with black ink in a little red cloth hardbound l’aquarelle journal I found in a Paris shop.