The Peace of Wild Things
When despair grows in me
From The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. Copyright © 1998. Counterpoint Press.
Like the Water
Like the water
In the evening we come down to the shore
What we Need is Here
Geese appear high over us,
It has been five weeks since my retirement. I have been judging from my summer experiences, and it seems to take 4-6 weeks to relax, unwind, and to clear up external and internal clutter. So I am at the point in my continuum to where I have started some daily studio time. I am so joyous to be at this point in my journey. I've trusted my natural compass that I would arrive here, and I have! I've been staying true to the course, and making myself art output, even when I'm really not feeling it. That is structure and discipline. Thank you mom, you got me started on that road when I was a kid! And, oh yeah, thank you nuns (12 years schooling with them) for your influence, also!
I watched IDA last night after the Oscars. It was the foreign Oscar award-A orphan and novitiate nun in Poland and the life choices she made. Five star! It got me 'ruminating' on the convent life during that period of time. And the nuns who helped educate me.
Winter are two pieces I created using the eggshell method I've been experimenting with. The texture is joint compound covered with a layer of gesso under the acrylic paint and glaze. I finished these and dropped them off at the Two Rivers Gallery in Big Timber in the middle of February. I felt a sense of the winter season in them....cold, upward extension of the wind and thoughts, midnight blues of skies and feelings.
As a working artist/retired art educator, I've always lived the artful life. Let's share!