Ok, the time has come. I’ve had a thousand thoughts and inspirations running in my head for weeks. I’ve gotten up so many times thinking I’d post a blog entry on notepad and publish at work or wait until I had internet and then get right on it, or maybe it is for a handwritten journal, an email to close friends, a casual conversation.
I don’t think I’ve quite reached the point where I want to take photos in the craft store per her suggestion but I would like to get some things down on paper
My sister vacated her house and I’m now the owner of various sheets of plexiglass. Visions of backwards collages, paintings, cubes, etc dance in my head. Could I be a pioneer or will I learn from “professionals” that plexiglass is a bitch?
My weekend consisted of time and money spent at home improvement stores buying various wall hanging mechanisms to work on making my apartment a home. The lovely G bestowed me last year for my birthday with one of her original pieces and it resides in my closet for safe keeping. It needs a worthy spot. I bought pads of paper at the craft store for collage, or scrap or cards. Today I had a self involved discussion about the difference between craft and art and I don’t care about any of it I just want it out of me.
I discussed with my therapist that I feel like I’ve swung so far in another direction that it worries me. She seems to believe I’m just undammed. I hope she’s right.
Mosaic, X-acto, modge podge, paint, organizers, frames, canvas oh my! Chore charts, reminders for the kids, lamination I want to do it all.
Don’t get me starting on the sewing. I’m already struggling to find a way to organize my house to house my computer, printer and monitor, not to mention my son’s computer and yet I want a sewing machine. I’m sure I’ll have one soon. I’ve already bought a book. I dream of pulling the lovely circular fabric of mine I’ve been saving for 10 years and finally figuring out how to best enjoy it.
The creative juices extend to my body as a prepare to get my first tattoo, designs abound, a chance for someone’s artist vision to speak to me?
Chicken or egg, a visit to our local university’s gallery was an emotional shockwave as I scrolled through dozens of photographs from the Vietnam War era by photographers who died sharing them with us. The exhibit is called Requiem and I highly recommend it if you are a fan of the subject or the medium. On this same visit I experienced the work of Eunice Parsons. I couldn’t help but feel and see dear Gabrielle in her work. Who am I kidding? I can’t see art and not think of her, her love, her creativity, her joy of sharing art with the world. One visit has stretched into weeks of mulling and revisiting my memories as I’ve attended related lectures and just Sunday saw a powerfully moving visit into the artist’s studio. I had to hold back tears as my heart leaps with music in the film, in my house, and a message that was displayed soley for me!
I love summer, this one not so much, but I don’t really want to trade my warm mornings and evenings or the evenings spent in the water but as I know I have no sway I will welcome autumn and the fading temperatures.
So I will let this new me grow and develop. I will try to avoid the normal pitfalls of living for network tv. I will craft, maybe even make art. I will watch films and download music. Family time on YouTube will buffer time in the kitchen baking, routine will keep us in check as we personalize each person’s responsibilities to contributing to the family and the household.
It is all interwined, these lessons of importance, simplicity, love and the awareness that life is so very short, even at 90
