Fridays are probably the toughest night to sneak in a painting, so when faced with a prompt of leaves, tea leaves as well as “glassy things I know I can paint quickly” were the first to come to mind. I’ve now painted several glasses of tea and it’s fun to finally repeat the same subject matter rather than jumping off to something entirely new all the time. It helps me learn a bit more each time and observe things that I didn’t notice before. We have tea each evening before going to bed and are too lazy for anything more fancy than a tea bag and a kettle of hot water. But I have to admit to smelling the tea bags before popping them into our glass pitcher each night. I love the smell of tea leaves. It’s almost as soothing as actually drinking it. Certain smells have that wonderful effect. The feeling that makes you pause for a moment and remember things you thought you’d forgotten. I think that’s why I love to paint things we eat and drink. There are so many wonderful memories there. Things that remind us just how wonderful life was, and therefore, how perfectly wonderful it’s going to be in the future.
I spoke with my sister briefly this evening as she’s planning something for my mother’s birthday next week, which is just a couple of days before mine. Yeah, I know, I was sort of like a belated birthday present, if you consider the cute baby result instead of the hours of going into painful labor. That part had to suck. Sorry, mom. Even though I know my mother never reads this, as my attempts to buy her a computer have always been rejected, I’ll still avoid revealing the surprise. Suffice it to say, it’s lovely and thoughtful, because my sister is just that kind of person, and even though I’m miles away, I’ll be contributing to the occasion remotely. My mother never really drinks much tea, preferring black coffee instead. I don’t like to limit myself so I prefer to have all of it. In most cases, you’ll find me just saying, “yes,” when asked to choose between things. I love so many things, especially when it comes to edible things, that choosing seems rather pointless.
As my own birthday approaches this Thursday, I’d love to say I’m excited, but since I celebrate the entire month, it’s really just another fun day. I would be remiss, if I didn’t admit that I don’t particularly love that I’m getting older. I have to renew my driver’s license before the big day and I’m waiting until the last possible moment to preserve the rather fetching photo I have on my current one of my 10 years younger self. I’m going to say it. I looked rather hot back then! When I look in the mirror now, that face staring back at me isn’t as youthful, but it’s delightfully wiser. It knows things that the young guy on my license couldn’t have even imagined. But the eyes. The eyes are the same. Sure, there’s more wrinkles on the edges there, but they still smile in the same way. And that makes me happy. It’s a wonderful feeling to know that no matter how old I get, I’m still capturing the joy of life. All the simple stuff that doesn’t seem like much at first, but has the power to remind me of the things that truly matter. Like the warm hug of a best friend, a mother who taught me how to approach life creatively, and the simple and unassuming joy I find in the sweet smell of tea leaves.
About the Doodlewash
Sennelier L’Aquarelle: Red Orange, Sennelier Red, Perylene Maroon, Quinacridone Gold, Phthalocyanine Blue, Burnt Sienna, and Payne’s Grey. Lamy Safari Al-Star Fountain Pen – Extra Fine, with Platinum Carbon black ink in an A6 Hahnemühle Watercolor Book.