five senses

my favorite memories consist of the times when i can remember the sounds, smells, how the air feels, and my surroundings. It's like being a little child wrapped up in a warm blanket; feeling the warmth of it against your skin, blurred images of the little fuzzies, the smell of lint and detergent, and embracing its weight of security. it consumes you.

after spending the weekend being scorched by the sun that finally could in Seattle, my skin was on fire (and thank goodness, I have a healthier complexion now

) and I woke up to the summer rain that calmed and cooled down all my heightened senses. last night, explosions in the sky concluded the three day marathon of Capitol Hill Block Party and I was surprised by the loudness of my love for music, my independence, restlessness, and self. and suddenly the wind settled in like a cool band-aid. today it continues on with the rainy day music and activities. it was the perfect sensory combination but this time i can't tell if its nostalgia or signs of growing up.

I started on a new painting that resonates with the warmth and cool: