There’s a little row of bins on the way to the Leighton Centre and that’s what I had in my memory’s eye when I started this. However, they bear a strong resemblance to the row of old wooden bins we had on our family farm back when I was a kid. My sibs and I would take a run at the row and hop from one to the other like crazies! We’d run down the entire row of [I think] 6 bins. There were a few incidents but nothing too dramatic. The more dangerous trick was “swimming” in the flax seed. Yes, I can hear the collective sucking in of breath amongst all the farm folk out there – you can drown in that stuff it is so slippery. I remember taking turns with Chuck… one would slog across the bin and the other would sit on the braces ready to grab a hand if it was needed. What a pair of brats we were sometimes.
Anyway, I’m still struggling a bit trying to get into the studio. I seem particularly stuck in the planning phase on paintings. I cannot plan right now. So, rather than judging myself and stressing about it I’ve decided to just play… this was today’s play session. I enjoyed it… particularly once I recognized the row of bins and the fond memories from the farm.
Now, I’m off to the FCA meeting… Cheers!
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