Tuesday's painting...

...Popeye is doing okay. He is much improved.

I was tired this morning,Tuesday, because Popeye had been sitting on my chest all night examining every inch of my face with his whiskers. Not touching it with his paws or nose, but these ends of whiskers going over the contours of my face...a weird sensation...each time I got him off my chest he got back on again...and is checking my face with his whiskers time and time again...eventually I managed to get him on the side of me, held him there gently with one hand, and with my other hand I was patting my arm that was holding him gently, like a video I watched about how to get yourself to sleep by tapping the sides of your legs. It actually relaxed him, and he was in the land of nod. Not me however...I ended up meditating the next couple of hours, before I got up to do an early painting...

Here are the two paintings this morning, on the two different papers. Top one is A5 mixed media paper, bottom one is the index card C6 sized. Watercolours. Fude pen.

Probably took me about an hour.

This is far too pretty pretty for me...I don't like it...

I was going to do a mountain on the right side and fir trees, which I think would have been better than silver birches.

This new speech program is going to take a lot of getting used to. Noises startle even more than before because of the intensity of the sound with the new program. The car now makes a lot of noises it didn't make before. Music has gone back to being just a boom boom sound with nothing at all in it. Voices are echoey, a bit like the music, hard to make out. A lot of work needed for the brain to adjust and work things out again.