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Tonight’s painting of the day was very challenging. I attempted two paintings before this last one. Nothing seemed to work. My vision for the first was scattered and not taking shape. The second…the paper became over saturated and looked weird, in that the paper was shredding or piling? Not the effect I was looking for.

As I write about it, a reflection of sorts, two things pop out at me. First is I’ve been watching watercolour artist videos on YouTube, taking in all their suggestions, instructions, ideas, etc. For some reason their ideas just don’t mesh with me. Maybe I need to just do my own thing? Keep following my guidance, my intuition. Hmmm.

Second, I may be PMSing. Just saying. Hormones could possibly have an effect on the creative mind. This is something I need to keep an eye on. Would be interesting to know if it really does impact creativity.

We went into town this afternoon to pick up a few essentials, especially with the big snow storm on it’s way. Mom was driving so I asked if we could take a scenic way home so I could capture a photo for today. I was thinking country, snow, old barns or fences… On a whim, she turned down Main Street towards the old CIP paper mill. I haven’t been down that way in years (like 25 or 30!) The old restaurant is still there! We drove around the area for a bit, then headed down to the river and back up around Notre Dame Street. I was flooded with old memories: the old Bata shoe store, Renaud’s Smoke shop, the old sewing shop where we got supplies for grade 7 home-ec class.