packing

I seem to have saved most everything for the last moment, and have procrastinated myself right into this blossoming green leafy Hudson Valley spring morning. Thinking I could just fling my art supplies into a suitcase, but traveling by air leads me to carefully consider every jar of paint, every drawing pad and stretcher bar. Choosing each brush. I rather enjoyed this process, throwing away empty crusted tubes and frayed brushes, actually having an idea of the colors I've got and the tools ready to use, instead of riffling hopefully through messy trays and boxes. I even know which of my drawing pens still have ink in them, and tossed the others. Small accomplishments, but it feels good to know exactly what I've got, like getting rid of the unworn clothes mashed in the back of your drawers and closet. After all, you only wear your favorites anyway, in the same spirit as you reach for the particular brush that lays the fresh paint down just how you wanted it.