A day spent finishing printing and doing web stuff, Not sure how that will help as it seems contingent on many friends And more acquaintances for one to reach, My list for both is limited. It is late, again when Finally I sleep.
Our friend leaves out early I am into the studio getting ready For a show. The last of the paintings are done I have considered where they will go In the gallery. Paintings are done, I’m doing the pr I can, Not a strong suit, and all I can think of, Will anyone come.
We sit and talk about plans for his house, Where to put the veranda, what pavers, Making it home. He is another of my friends who has just decided And moved. Checked an area out and found it good, And is going What keeps me here?Why? Yet, where would I want to go? What I want is to be here, with you. Just not possible
Friends are walking in NYC for climate change I am there in spirit, glad to hear from afar, as I drove home. These last few times I have left in a rush And needed to leave behind the go-go’s I come home To a very messy house and spend most Of the day cleaning and cooking as a friend Is coming in.
However much I give consideration to traveling Less I am not and at least wish the travel were Spread out more And yet, much as I wish for time where I live, Too often time tends to stretch and dull, Making me edgy.
This is another delightful interlude and soon All these friends go back to their own lives, Their own families. It has hurt in the past because you were My whole family and now you are gone and I am alone. Going back to solitary, which does still hurt, But no longer in the same parts. I miss you and I want more.
Early to rise and off on the road A stop here and on to NYC to See pure magic It is, magic, to see anothers; creation come to life before you in a whimsical way filled with purity Of thought and design and composition Such that you are literally spellbound, Transfigured in beauty
Over morning tea, online, Saw my hometown was hosting A plein air. So finished breakfast, loaded up, Went to see if I could still sign up. Well, I could. Painted around town, three scenes Starting with this, ending as the theater Lights came on.
As any if us age, health becomes more and more A concern. Mine, well mine, is not static, I am What I am, Not so well as I was, but well enough. for now. For onward? Who knows, I am reminded, I now do it alone.
A morning helping a friend with her show And then do the drive back. There are so many Aspects here I Love: the views, the land, the privacy but these last few trips, I have continued to wonder where Is my home?
For all my life, this weekend has been always A time to stay put. I sidestepped by visiting opposite Of traffic flow So could help a friend, and see another and Be with people I like. Once was always with Someone I loved Beginning to appreciate being with others, when They can give, is good. And being on my own, Is also good.
The Studio at Line's End Farm is where I paint and try to find some joy again, and some equilibrium, not simple these days. One weblog records thoughts, ideas, methods and mixtures, palettes, observations, actually anything that intrigues me concerning my painting and working in the studio. Another observes only the horse in paintings that I find influential. The last are done for my sanity. All are my opinion only, open to other suggestions.