Last night I went to listen to my friend’s poetry performance. Sitting there in the front row of the auditorium, I noticed three panels on the front of the stage. One was a normal electrical outlet; another looked like an outlet but for round plugs. I was most curious about the last; it had things that moved and flipped up. I suddenly had an image of my son when he was small, getting right down there and checking it out; I lamented that I could not get down on my knees and explore this curiosity. And why couldn’t I? Because I’m a grown up and grown ups aren’t free to scrutinize the world in the same way as a child. We must be careful about how we draw attention to ourselves. We must be composed and proper.
Alex was calling attention to himself up there on the stage. He is a brave man and is able to express his art freely. Would he crawl on the floor to look at an outlet? I think he is secure enough in himself to do that if he wished.
My husband is always suggesting we do silly things, like dress funny and walk downtown. I think he would, too. Me, I’m too tight-laced, as much as I would love to do it. I used to know a woman back in Colorado who had a regular date with her sister to dress up as “pretty ladies” and go out to eat. They wore gobs of costume jewelry, fancy hats, and fake furs. I thought that sounded like so much fun.
I know that it is important to my art to let go of fear and not worry so much about what others might think of me. When I approach my art as play rather than serious business, I am more successful in the outcome; I have way more fun. It’s such a battle trying to balance the serious business of creating an art career, and forgetting about that part and just existing within the art, getting messy with paint and glue.
This will be a learning process; it will be difficult for me, but I’m willing to try. Today I’m going to do something outlandish, or at least mildly silly. I don’t know yet what it will be, but I vow to be open to the opportunity.
Life just keeps changing and evolving. My household has expanded. Where I had piles of books last week, I now have a bouncy seat, swing, and bassinet.
We went to Colorado last week and packed up my daughter and grandbaby. I feel relieved now that they are here; I want them to be in a safe, secure environment. It is an adjustment for my husband and me though. We are used to a very quiet existence. And me especially, I am usually home alone all day, doing what I want when I want it. Now I’m having even more trouble keeping to my schedule than usual. I wish there were more hours in the day. There are just so many things I want to do, holding my grandbaby being one of them.
Here is a picture of a painting I’m working on. It’s almost done.
I’ve just learned about a fabulous Swedish custom known as fika. I never knew that a word existed to describe one of my favorite activities. Fika is the idea of taking a break in the middle of the day to have coffee and a little goody with your friends. I love the ritual of coffee. Grinding really good beans, brewing the brew. And the smell! Glorious! Then sitting down with that hot cup. Pure bliss.
I haven’t been able to have coffee in two days, because I’ve been sick with the stomach flu. Tomorrow I can’t have it because I have a long trip to make across Wyoming on my way to Colorado. My bladder, coffee, and road trips don’t mix. Ahh! but when I get to Colorado, I can enjoy fika with one of my very favorite fika companions – my Lalie!
I like squash. Squash makes me happy!
Not so much on the spider though.
It’s Saturday morning, farmer’s market day. I’m so thankful for my farmer; I get fresh, local produce all year long. February feels so much less barren and cold when you hold crisp, green and red chard in your frozen fingers. But I’m getting ahead of myself; it’s only November. Thanksgiving.
I’ve been bumping into the subject of gratitude a lot lately. I know it’s Thanksgiving and the season for being grateful, but I’m finding the subject come up in all sorts of places that have nothing to do with the holiday, for instance in random books I pick up. Maybe I’m just being more aware because it’s in the air, but I am thankful. I have such lovely friends, a “rugged” husband (that’s secret code; he’ll understand, and believe me, it’s funny!). We have a new president who brings hope. Pesky little annoyances have been working themselves out. We have this really cool new computer. Life is good.
The thing is, I’ve noticed that the more grateful I am, the more good stuff happens. Now this may be a little woo-woo for some people to take, but woo-woo or not, it works and I’m accepting it in my life and being grateful for it.
I finally took down the Hallowe’en decorations tonight. I always push that off for as long as I can, Hallowe’en being my favorite holiday, and autumn being my very favorite time of year. I opened the big Rubbermaid storage tub and it was redolent with spirits of Hallowe’ens past. I smelled 1993, my goblin and faerie princess children sticky with candy and the excitement of the shadowy night. I miss those days when my children were small. They’re all grown now, and starting to give me grandchildren. Well, one grand daughter so far. I can look forward now to a new generation of goblins, and best of all, filling them with candy and sending them home to their parents!
Good morning! This is the first post of my new blog. I’m learning as I go, so things may be wonky for awhile.
I’m sitting here in my dining room, looking out the window and watching all of our unraked leaves blow into the neighbors yard. I’m feeling guilty because I watched Ray raking, sweeping, and thoroughly cleaning his driveway yesterday. But the leaves are so pretty when they fly around in circles like they are!
And that precisely is what this blog is meant to be about, the art of life. As an artist I see beauty in the mundane. I’m not claiming to be exceptional in any way, but I do know that if we’re both given a camera, my husband would be taking pictures of the vast panorama of the mountains and I’ll be taking a picture of a curious crack in the rock. And so as I go through my days, my goal here is to chronicle my journey as a visual artist and as a being in this world.