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wednesday freedom came This was my fifth Wednesday at the internship and the momentum is starting to build ever so slowly. Soon I'll have to take a more active role in what is happening there and I hope that I am ready. I still have some doubts even though I do seem to have a good rapport with the people there. ... After class today, I stopped at the public library in the neighborhood where I used to live. I had two reasons for going there and one of them was purely to avoid the rush hour traffic. Just the thought of having to creep home through all of that mess was enough to make me think of a place where I could hide and relax at the same time. The library met that requirement. My other reason was to get some more travel books on Poland, because my local library didn't have that many that interested me. Well, an hour and a half later, I walked out not only with two travel books on Poland, but two art books were also in the small stack. One of them was about Renior and the other was about John Singer Sargent. Paging through the Renior book reading a paragraph here and there, I was surprised to learn that at the end of his career, Renoir had lost the use of his hands and had his brushes strapped to his forearms so that he could paint. Now I'm not too sure if that is dedication or borderline insane. Maybe someday I'll find the time to pick up a brush again. Once I do find the time, I think that I have some ideas already, because last week in class I sketched something that would probably work well on a canvas if I put some effort into it. ... On Nova tonight, they talked about a combat surgical hospital in Iraq and I had to watch since that is close to what my sister is doing over there. Now I don't think that her unit replaced the one that I saw in the program, but I do know that she is in Baghdad and is probably seeing some of the same things that they did. Not that much could have changed in the space of a year. |