I've been away from the studio for so long that I hardly knew where to start. I procrastinated for a few days (yes, me too) until the pressure to create was overpowering. My first few efforts were shaky and weird. But then I got into flow and lost myself in it; ah, that's when the angels sing.
These are all 8x10" encaustic collages on wood. I'm making new work for Art in the Pearl that happens in the Park Blocks in Portland over the Labor Day Weekend, Aug. 30 (Saturday) through Sept. 1 (Labor Day). This is only my second art fair this year and maybe one of my last as I don't see how I can keep up production while having a heavy teaching schedule.
I want to do both, as well as spend more time with my family, my close friends, my far-away friends, and so on. I want to gulp life down and put my arms around everyone but I am not my big fat imagination; I am only one 'me' that can be in one place at a time, doing one thing at a time.
I've dropped some important balls this year. Old friends that I love and miss. Art fairs that were fun and that brought me into proximity with artists I look forward to seeing and catching up with.
If life is a box of chocolates then it is one where you can't choose every single flavor. Sometimes choosing one kind means that you have to let go of another kind, even if you didn't realize that when you made the first choice.
That's what's been in my thoughts this week. All the beauty that slips through the cracks because we can only do so much. The things a person sacrifices (and I do dislike that word) to be the only person they could ever be. Because nothing could make me stop doing this; teaching and making art. And sometimes that makes me selfish.
I will not solve this, I know. Just tossing it out there in case anyone shares these thoughts too or has considered them.