Earlier I was posting on Facebook about how we live in terrifying times and when reality feels unbearable I launch into my coping methods, and I don’t know about you, but  these days my coping tools are multiplying out of necessity. Which leads me to the art the internet offers up with such generosity. Because one is not always able to visit an art museum though I am overdue for a wander.

I landed on Pedro Roldán Molino and what a relief it was to be transported to the sunny and lovely climes of Spain via his exquisite modern impressionists paintings. And lucky for us, the man in prolific!

Besides the joy, solace, and joy that comes from viewing art, writers can also notice what artists notice. You simply gaze at the number of colors appear on a single cavnvas. Or how artists infuse light. How many colors they use. By the way, how many do you use? What do you notice and what if you set yourself a small goal to notice 5 new things (you can choose a larger or smaller number)?

I opened the curtains in a rear bedroom yesterday and stood and watched a bird frolic in my pretty pale blue birdbath–I need to take a photo of it, come to think of it. And he was diving and drinking and splashing and having a wee, grand time. It spurred me to go out and change the water and as I did so, the same bird hopped on a branch only feet away and started singing. I haven’t identified the species yet, but I know I’d never heard that song before.

Join me in collecting small joys and studying paintings. And let’s talk among ourselves about studying other art forms and how it feeds and inspires us. What it means  to us.

Keep writing, keep noticing, have heart