Archive for August, 2007
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An Artist’s Life
Cathy Bennett eloquently writes about an artist’s life. Her words ring so true to me. We create art because we have to; it is as natural to us as breathing.
Leaps of faith are what we take. We try new things and put those things in public view. Fishbowl living; baring our souls. All of the nicks and freckles and spots are right there for the world to see. No hiding.
Finding kindred spirits and maintaining one’s sense of self in a world that relishes conformity is an interesting path. Sharing a way of being, communicating without words having to fill the quiet spaces, asking questions and questioning answers is how I am. Rudyard Kipling wrote, “The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. To be your own man is hard business. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.”
Rainy Day Musings
Here in NE Ohio it has been raining. And raining. And raining. The green that we see all around us isn’t just the lush green of late summer; it’s mold and algae. It’s pretty incredible: Nature fills her spaces.
The septic system outside the studio/gallery has been in the process of being replaced for several weeks. After a very dry summer, the rains began the day after the workers began to dig. Trenches filled with water and the sides caved in. The work was suspended several times. The road was closed and an the entrance to our parking lot became an obstacle course. This is not good for walk-in traffic and retail business; it is, however, an opportunity to focus on production work.
The rains continue as I write this. I feel like cocooning with a cup of something and a good book. Some days are just like this.
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