I finally managed to finish a couple pieces over the last two days. Focus helps, as does an air conditioner in the studio, and a rainy day. Good weather still means horses take precedence!
My mother notices things. I think it is a super power, partly because she mostly notices pretty and interesting things. And when she notices, she also points out, so traveling with her is an education in looking closer. She names the flowers by the side of the road, and chicory is a favorite, I think because of the ambiguity of the color, an in between, purpley-blue, or bluey-purple. It is permanently tagged in my head as 'ambiguous chicory blue'. I was trying to catch the elegance of the color against the woody stems.