Leather canvases

Dried leather goods sit near me. The sweet aroma of tannings hanging all about. The stretching and the coloring of softest of suede involves the mind, thoroughly. The rough fingertips memorize the texture and hold soft butter in a tiny five digit palm. 

The heated breeze softens the tears of sweat rolling down my forehead and through the divots of my cheekbones onto my cool shoulders. A bit of kindness as I smile through the enjoyment of prepping hides for some creativity. 

A small wonder strolls across my mind and the ideas of what to paint upon the stretched "canvases". The images I see and hope to portray are more of realism than that of abstract. So the hesitation I am nudging against is surreal. A binding fear to say the least. A knot in my throat to end the evening. 

And as I begin to understand the image I softly sketch over to give rudimentary lines. Then plot the colors upon the whiteboard. Silently I calculate how much will be initially used to produce a background. Then onward to choose the correct brush to begin.

Indeed the night only gets better and better. The giggles erupt from my lungs and out upon my lips. Paintings and jewelry to design. I am grateful for just the laughter and memories. And as the gruffness of the canvas scrapes against my brush, I listen to the soothing sounds of rain now falling against the roof.

A small sigh of relief echoes inside my soul. Breaking down the tension and exiting through the pores. A tiny glimmer of joy bounds straight out. Careful not to slip on colors defining the space. I smile.

So much to give in bursts of vibrant brilliance. Truth be told I am more appreciative of the hard work before the relaxation. A calming. 

The breeze continues. Bringing in a soothing humidity of coils and curls. I, again, smile. Flickering my eyes as the rain falls. Kindness in this grand display. 

Soon the realistic abstract takes form and the softness of the hide stiffens. I look over to see the glistening ray of droplets across the pavement. The deeply rooted excitement shifts and a tall display of reds, blues, blacks and whites take over. 

Then a sigh is released. Tonight I wait. Hold back from finishing. The I recall the beauty in the whole process. Simplicity and very cost efficient. I laugh inwardly and chide myself for only thinking of that. 

Now the night is ready. I take cover in pinks and whites. Finding my place beside llama dressed puffballs. Then the sleep over takes. Only long enough to say, until tomorrow.

For certainty, the canvas is ready for a review. Take hold and soar.

Leather finds several avenues to partake in. Now good night. Enjoy a thought or two over what will be you next project.