Thursday, October 27, 2011
In the midst of the craziness of my packing, cleaning, showing, selling, packing,moving and unpacking there was one shining moment that helped me through it all. Last month our Altered Books club group decided to celebrate the completion of our first round robin swap. Basically it was our way of patting ourselves on the back for the actually finishing an 11month project. Yes I said 11 months!
This group is absolutely remarkable. With very few exceptions the artist growth that happened during the project was like nothing I've ever seen before. And the art in each book is amazing. Move over Stampington
I'm afraid we've got you beat!
Yes it was a very special 11 months. 11 months of memories that I shall treasure always.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Vincent Van Skull and I are here to announce that I am once again bloggable. Unfortunately I have joined the very large homeless club in the state of California. Be that as it may I am safely installed in my new rented digs about 5 miles up the road in Montara. I have finally broken through the surface after at least 4 months underwater doing the whole cleaning the house, showing the house, packing the house, and then moving the house thing. It was so totally life consuming that now I am fighting to find my focus again and continue my art.
The current community that I'm living in is little more eclectic, a little colder and much foggier than the previous one. Here are some views from my morning rambles around the area:
wonderful garden gates.
I forgot what it was like to have to move out of a place in which I was comfortable and happy. Its strange-but I feel disoriented, depressed and dispossessed. I've been told that I have been very lucky to have found a nice if smaller place to live. Intellectually I know this is true. My landlord is wonderful, the people around me are nice, its a beautiful area full of intriguing homes and Alpacas. But this doesn't feel like luck. It feels like an essential part of me has been stolen and now there is a huge void. No what is truely lucky for me is that I can fill that void with my art. It is Art that I know will bring me focus again. It is my art that will pull me out of my present depression and through any tough times ahead.
I will never forget that for me ART = Survival.