Can you feel it? Or maybe the lack of it? Less humidity, more breeze, and tantalizing almost coolness in the early morning. Fall in Florida. When we trade in our sandals for...more sandals, but maybe with capris (or "half-pants", as my husband calls them) instead of shorts. Yesterday, I actually went outside in the middle of the day and didn't absolutely die from the heat. Fall is here.
It's another demo week, where my dog and pony show whipped up a series of mixed media pieces to entertain and educate. There is a heap load of preparation for these events, but I am always so delighted by the time it's done - a batch of paintings nearly completed, a bunch of laughter enjoyed and new faces in this ever-expanding art tribe.
This time I learned something interesting from a man who noticed my left-handedness. He approached me afterward to chat about a book called Sinister Tennis, which was about the strategies used with left-handed tennis players. Of course I was intrigued to find out the origin of the word sinister means left-handed. Hmmmmm, sinister malarkey, anyone? Maybe I can add the word sinister to my self-described traits? Can I get a sinister notebook, please? sinister scissors? My sweet guy turns the vitamix handle to the left in the morning if he uses it before me (bullet coffee is a must!)...shall I thank him for making it sinister?
In case you were wondering, the girl in this painting, Susan Celebrates, is left-handed as well. And now I will think of her fondly as Sinister Sue. Which, according to this article in The New Yorker, might actually make her smarter than all the other characters in the studio...just saying.