Nap Time

Nap Time
acrylic on canvas
7 x 9 inches
still wet
Barbara Muir © 2009
(Still working on this, there's
a lot of work left)

Tonight I'm working on a painting I started a while
ago. It's a little interior called nap time that I
started, to try and catch the winter sunlight that hits our
hallway in the later afternoon on the weekend.

Late on a weekend afternoon is a great time for
a nap in any season. I remember intensely
disliking that time of day as a child, because
my parents insisted on quiet while they either
read their books or slept. That's when my
younger brother and I would head out to our
fort in the woods across the street -- a couple of
big trees that had fallen down
years ago, and were the center of all kinds of
games acting as shelter, horses, or elephants
depending on our mood. The woods were really
a thin ribbon of wooded area running between
a veteran's hospital parking lot, and a field that
hadn't been developed for housing yet. But to
my brother and I -- with vivid childhood
imaginations, they were dark, dense, scary
and a long way from home, and the dreaded
silence of nap time.

Have an it's-okay-to-have-a-nap day.