I’ve been back at work lately. I’m surprised. And I’m pleased as punch.

I’ve only been working on small watercolors, but that’s fine for now. Range of motion and all that. I like a couple of them. Some are decent, I guess. I’ve done a few more since Landwalker, which is what I named this one:

I did another Joshua Tree scene and a few abstracts. This one I entitled, Rainbow Connection: 

Here’s an abstract I’m calling Not a Black Sun:

This one is, The Giant Beautiful, which comes from a dream I had a long time ago:

And another from my bedside sketchbook called, Transporting the Gifting Tree:

So today I feel pretty accomplished. This morning I took a walk for twenty minutes, which is a lot for me right now. Before the surgery, I was walking practically two miles every day. It took me a year to work my way up to that. Now I have to start all over again, but I’m sure it will go much faster this time. I haven’t walked at all in two months while recovering, but now I have clearance to exercise a bit. 

When I came home from my walk, I wood-stained a little box that I’m going to keep all my important papers in. I’ve been using an antique metal tackle box for some years that I got on eBay, but it’s really squeaky and icky. I decided I just wanted something nicer.  

Now it kind of matches my Gerstner box, the one where I keep my watercolors and tools. It’s enough to travel with. Hannah and I made it from scratch. It was actually a kit we got from the Gerstner company–much cheaper than buying one of their finished boxes. And it was fun project to do together. 

Anyway, I did all of that before 9:30 in the morning, so now I can go back to making more little paintings…or maybe even take a rest.