It was cold on the bike this morning and with the night frost I was a bit scared that perhaps the cycling lanes were slippery. But fortunately they weren’t. We rode to school in full darkness. But when I rode back home twenty minutes later, I was treated to a marvellous sunrise. The colours so seamlessly gradient from a bleak Cerulean blue to a golden Indian yellow with hues of natural Sienna in between I studied the colours well and there’s just no way of capturing them…I mean REALLY capturing them. Somewhere between the golden yellow and the blue there’s this area of colourlessness. It’s not white, not grey, not blue, not golden…just completely colourless. Air. Impossible to capture that on paper. And then the whitish and greyish streaks of the contrails in the sky…you were never aware of the planes over your head, but they’ve left their beautiful marks. The sky had an almost checkered pattern. And then imagine a couple of geese flying West… So beautiful. And how the contrails disperse…I thought I might catch that with a dry brush and gouache…

Before I knew it I was home. Almost disappointed, for I’d enjoyed the light and the sky so much. Couldn’t help rushing to my studio and doing a journal page about it…

It’s funny though, how I find myself studying the world around me more and more in a sense of labelling everything I see with colour names and brands…”this would be a cerulean blue and that definitely a prussian blue…oh and that would be a Winsor & Newton cerulean blue!” Because, mind you, Winsor & Newton cerulean blue is something totally different than a Horadam cerulean blue! hehehe…see? Totally obsessed by colour labelling!

[Oops! As I type this there’s something strange going on in our garden. Our cat was being incredibly annoying this morning, meowing my ears off. She had food, water and I’d even opened the door to let her out. But she kept nagging. So, after about half an hour of incessant whining, I picked her up, opened the front door and put her outside, telling her to go catch a mouse. Well, she just did! Never knew cats listen that well to orders! hehehehe┬á Better go do a good deed right now to make up for the hole in my Karma for the death of this mouse…after all, if I had been more patient this mouse would not have ended up decapitated in the mouth of my cat (oh dear, if the mouse is a female, the mouse wouldn’t have babies at this time, would she?)…I know, it’s an idea going overboard…but sometimes I wonder about that…what’s nature? What is responsibility? Accountability?]