It is Thanksgiving, cold and snowy. At our house we're staying in, enjoying our warm and cozy home, reading, petting the cat, listening to radio music, and later on enjoying a chicken dinner. It's just silly to even consider a turkey for two people - though when I indulge in nostalgia, I miss hanging around the kitchen and snitching pieces of crispy turkey skin and stuffing from the roasting pan when Grandpa, or Dad, or even my brother was busy carving the bird.
I am looking forward this afternoon to returning to a piece I've been working on. It's from a photo I found at my local consignment shop, of three mature women, friends, standing with arms around each other. I love their happy faces, their long flowered dresses and roomy coats. I suppose that's nostalgic for me since I remember my grandmothers wearing clothing like that. I'd like to call it The Girls With Grandmother Faces, after the Fannie Flagg book, but that's probably copyright infringement.
I enlarged the old photo with the scanner, printed it, and then drew the image on a gessoed canvas. After that I added bits of wallpaper from a discarded sample book, and some old newspaper, and coated the entire thing in clear gesso, to provide tooth for painting. The fun part comes next, and I am thankful to have lots of time available to work on it.