Early in the morning I thought of the coming day and the regimented list of things to do. I even thought of the drawing I plan to start, after a lay off of sorts. I imagined the pose, laying it in, how I would handle the lighting (always difficult) and approach doing the folds.
Then my thoughts changed. I knew I needed to touch some joy somehow. An image came to my mind of a darkened street scene with tear like balloon shapes of energy rising upwards. It was as if the whole atmosphere consisted of these shapes springing skyward.
I then felt like drawing, with pastels, upward strokes of bright colors. My whole demeanor felt lighter, not heavy. Perhaps I forced this feeling, perhaps not. Pastels have been on my mind. A female friend I have told me she has tons of extra pastels and she would give me some. I'll probably just blurt out a spontaneous pastel at some point. First I'll pick up some pastels this week. For now I'll just feel and go with this bubbly feeling. The lightness is what I need.