I sat outside on the patio for as long as I could stand the heat, entertained by a group of older gentlemen sipping coffee and discussing current events, probably a regular appointment. My dad has one of these groups, which he calls his "gaggle of geezers," at the coffee shop near his and my mom's home, too. Anyway, I sat there and half-giggled to myself about that.
I had brought my sketchbook (I usually do) and some oil pastels (think soft crayons), which I haven't used much yet, so I started drawing. In a stressful situation, this is a great way to pass the time because I'm busy observing everything around me and imitating it on the paper, so the concentration is on the creation, not on the reason I'm waiting. There are professional art therapists who use art making to help people every day because it can take them out of their worries and help reveal what they really need most. What a wonderful profession that must be.
Although the resulting "creation" is neither my typical style nor all that impressive, it certainly was therapeutic, so I'll go ahead and share it anyway. Thanks for reading.