I haven't written for a while, having spent weeks getting ready for my show and now preparing to spend the next many months on Lake Atitlán in Guatemala. My studio has been packed up, my pastels put away, my oil paints resurrected and tucked into my easel for traveling and my iPad my only accessible medium for the next several days. By November 18th, I should be in my new home ready to paint.
I'm sad about leaving my neighborhood and community and my Washington ArtWorks community, and I'm excited about this new adventure, if only because it is the only attitude I should have about it: this is my life unfolding as it always does and this is my lifelong pattern.
From that mix of feelings have come these quiet paintings, these dreamy landscapes and marshscapes. They calm me down as they do in real life. If I had my canoe with me, I'd drift among them, binoculars in hand, watching and listening.