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last night the wind whispered pond side before catapulting itself across the green rise to blow in the windows of my dreams. it tip toed over the tallest stand of sunflowers, found the windows open and claimed the room in wild abandon. shaken from sleep into the plum black darkness it filled me with a wildness that in younger years would have me throwing off the sheets to escape into the thick of it. night walks, ocean swims in phosphorescent shimmer. fog draped sea cliffs. desert air heavy with the scent of sage. they have all called to me and i have obediently followed.
last night it was enough to traverse them in vivid detail lying on my back under a starless stucco sky in utter exhaustion. it came so suddenly. one moment the ponds were ink black glass reflecting the nearly full moon, the bullfrogs lulling the pines with their summer song. the next, mayhem, winds ricocheting against everything in their path to land dead smack in the center of my heart, chasing the folly of sleep and finding me so electric, so stunningly alive.
was it the wind? a full moon visitation with a resounding midnight choir? or each individual awakening of hearts and minds that comprised our week at art unraveled, filling me from afar? each word shared, inspiration offered, resounded on nights canvas. the pure delight of infinite possibilities and reveling in the thrill of sharing, believing, being, creating.
be it wind, or memories, with the first light of day this is what i know to be true. we are all exquisitely tied to each other. we find richness in giving ourselves completely to the creative process. we share a language of fascination, be it metal, paint, wood, clay, glass or fabric, we are willing to surrender to the materials at hand. and even though we are well practiced in the solitary pursuit of creating, being together confirms our calling. when we are united, our hearts are filled with a vitality of renewal that is profound.
i am grateful for each one of you that took leave of families, studios, deadlines and schedules to share so authentically with each other. i thank each student that filled my rooms with their trust in me, and in yourselves, to venture boldly on new ground. your enthusiasm delights me even from afar and i look forward to your voice and expression finding its rightful place in newly found skills.
to each one of you who felt compelled to purchase my work i wholeheartedly thank you. to extend a part of myself far beyond my solitary pursuits is sheer delight. to reside in your daily life fortifies my passion to create.
in this well of gratitude as this new day unfolds and calls me back to the studio i extend my heartfelt thanks to linda young for countless details and endless organization creating a week where miracles are unleashed.
here's to a new day of knowing we are not alone....
where there is no end to the happiness our hearts are willing to bear.
