Attached is a photo of some panels I've gessoed in preparation for painting. The raised one, which is a birch painting panel I just bought, is for the portrait commission that I must start. The other two are particle boards that I wanted to have ready because I really want to get some other painting done. The scenery has been so pretty. I also had the idea that I might simultaneously work on another portrait on my own for additional experimentation and practice—it might help smooth my way, since I don't want to screw up the commission, and I haven't done a portrait in a looooong time.
I don't know why, but yesterday I started thinking about fishing. I used to go pretty frequently, but I haven't been in a long time. Now it's been five or six or seven years. There is no way that I'd be able to go very often, but I wonder if I should try to go a few times this year? Should I get a fishing license?
I have fond memories of combined fishing/painting trips with friends. The combination never really worked out too well: As long as there was a line in the water, it was hard to concentrate on painting. I did, however, manage to get some painting done, including some good ones.
It was fun fishing for catfish that way. I'd have a line out on the bottom with a nightcrawler, and a bell attached to the pole. Then I'd set up my easel close by. I could paint, and as soon as I heard the bell ring (ding-ding-ding), I'd drop my brush and run over to the pole and crouch next to it, ready to pick it up.
Usually, nothing would happen, so after a few minutes I'd walk back to my easel. I'd pick up my brush, and then: ding-ding-ding…
A good way to spend an afternoon.
Most of my friends and family don't like fishing, but there are a few who do. There's one in particular I used to fish with a lot; now I want to call him to see if he's been lately.
My favorite thing about fishing, by far, is the excited, tense feeling that comes right before a fish takes the hook. I love how it feels, for instance, to be fishing on the bottom for catfish, and to see the pole jerk or bend slightly, telegraphing some unknown fish's interest. Or watching a bobber, after a long period of stillness, suddenly begin to bounce or move.
I find it hard to justify the time for fishing now, though, because I should be working on art. I already have other hobbies: metal detecting, coin collecting, gardening. I don't have enough time for those. But I guess fishing doesn't need to be a hobby, it can just be an occasional excursion. Hmmm.