Survived 3-day art camp unscathed. The Pre-Kers didn't have me for lunch. There just wasn't enough of them. The older kids seemed to like drawing the best. Seeing and drawing the rubber animals from different points of view kept them constructively frustrated and busy. My goal was accomplished.
Now it's re-grouping time once again - back to painting. I wish I had 30 consecutive days alone shut in a room made of stone and concrete, doing nothing but painting. Then again that comes off like an excuse even to myself.
EWTN is going to show Into Great Silence again, tomorrow, Saturday, 6/12, 8ET. That means when you finish watching it will be about midnight, and keep in mind, the film doesn't have a sound track. The only time you hear human voices is when the monks are in recreation, from a distant snowy mountain slope.
But it is very beautiful. It brings silence to the forefront, and the silence deafens. Another comparable film is Dream of Light (Quince Tree of the Sun) about Spanish painter Antonio Lopez Garcia. Both would be punishment if you silence makes you nervous.