Yesterday we had one of those glorious sunny spring days we Vancouverites put up with all our crappy weather for. It's true, one day of sun and we turn senile. We forget we've just had three long months of rain and sub-par temperatures and, if we can, we rush out in droves: to go walk the seawall or go biking or start rooting around in the garden or just go out. Anywhere but just out into the air and sun. On a day like yesterday, we take deep breaths of air that holds the promise of all kinds of wonderful things and we tell ourselves what a great city Vancouver is and that it really may just be close to being the "best place on earth".
And then, hello slap of reality, a day like today comes along. Cold and clammy and rainy from morning to night and we're right back to muttering curses at the rain and the cold and grumbling about the "wet west coast" and bitching at our spouses and/or significant others etc. etc. At least until the next sunny day shows up.
I'm kind of at that "sunny day spot" with my prints this week. Last week I was asking myself what the hell I'm even bothering with this whole printmaking business for anyway when, six years into it, I can't even get my colours right; this week the sunshine is turned on and I'm Mrs. Optimistic. Maybe it's voluntary senility at work here too but what ever it is, I'm feeling much better about the last layers I printed yesterday. The pink in the rooster print may seem a little weird from a distance but it's all good. And...I'm even liking the dark green and mustard yellow in the caterpillar print.
Of course, I recognize my current contented state is subject to, like the weather, change overnight. Because there's always that element of unpredictability inherent in the reduction print process and always the potential for taking a step that can, possibly, wreck the results of days' worth of work. But never mind that now. Though tomorrow may rain, for now I'll follow the sun.