Repetition, repetition

Every night, my family congregates after dinner to watch Murdoch detective mysteries, while I paint and listen. Now, the theme music acts like a Pavlovian trigger for me to set up my station and begin my nightly paint session.

For a couple episodes, I gave my full attention to the show and found myself hiding under a loosely-stitched knit blanket for most of the episode, watching through the holes. The full power of the suspense was killing me. So apparently I can only watch Murdoch when multi-tasking with art. Good implications for my art skills, and finding the time to hone them.

In exploring different kinds of art, I picked up hand lettering recently, in my third attempt over the years. Calligraphy practice is very repetitive, so Murdoch is a perfect pairing. (Progress comes surprisingly quickly once you invest the time.) Now that I have crossed the barrier past shaky lines and mediocrity, I have been writing everywhere, whenever I can.

More hand lettering designs to come as I assemble my colored marker collection.