I am sure I have mentioned before that my adorable wife is an artist.
She draws and paints. Watercolors, oils... sometimes pencil - she's wicked with a box of crayolas.
I marvel at her talent. She is very good. Really. I am not just saying that because ...well you know.
Lucky for her she picked me. You see, where she excels at the creative with her fine eye and keen color sense - she sorta lacks in areas of ... well, common sense.
Not a problem, because I am filled with sound judgement. I brim with it.
For example, she would think nothing of sending an original watercolor postcard all the way across the country via the trusty United States Postal Service - without even putting it in an envelope.
It is at these times that I try to impress upon my blithe wife some prudence. Sometimes she listens, sometimes she simply wanders away.
I have long since learned to let her wander happily off.
She has such a gentle way about her. She lets things take on a life of their own.
It will be fine - she says lightly.
But what about the rain - I try to assert.
If the watercolor gets wet (ends up a soupy mess) then that will be art too, she explains to me.
She teaches me to be patient and calm and centered. (she beat me to the post office)
She is my muse.
The watercolor? Well... however it reached its destination - it was exactly as it should be.
18 comments:
You and your artistic wife are just about the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
And her art is fucking fantastic. ;)
You failed to mention that she's also HOT. (Wendy, you *know* you wanted to say it too)
No disrespect intended. It's ME, after all.
She is an amazing artist! And you two are too cute for words!
I am in Awe
B.U. Tiffel
You guys are pretty cute... balancing each other out so nicely... carry on.
I completely expected it, Syd.
I think she should paint in crayon all the time. That way they won't dissolve in the rain.
A lovely post. That's all.
But would you have expected it from me, Weese? ;)
I would expect nothing less, Wendy.
She. Is. Hot.
There. I feel better. ;p
I love it! All of it. I hope I get that lucky! My painting is not quite so good - why I switched from art to art management.
God, I love it when it works that way. Either you mesh and figure out a way to compliment each other or you claw each other's eyes out.
Um..glad you rock out together...
Your wife's hotness aside, she surely must appreciate just exactly how completely you brim with sound judgment.
You two are thoroughly complementary.
Beautiful post. I just found your blog not long ago, but look forward to reading it for a long time to come.
I, too, am a worrier. Sporks' mother delights in sending me heady sums of cash through the mail for my birthday just because she knows how much such recklessness concerns me RETROACTIVELY, when the cash has already reached me unmolested. And now I have to worry RETROACTIVELY about art sent through the USPS, which, by the by, reached me in such good stead that I mistakenly thought it was not original art but rather a manufactured postcard, which is not to imply that the MAW's art is commercial but that it most certainly could or should be mass-produced and sold worldwide, and that's different.
yes, please... it should be sold worldwide.
(tho i highly recommend an envelope)
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