This is my first blog post on this particular site since it’s inception. My fingers hover over the laptop keys as I recount all that has happened this year. It might help if everyone could catch up from an eventful 2016 to this year 2017.
After the Horlock House Artist in Residency I went back to Texas and helped the famous Navasota painter, “Russel Cushman” with his mural on the side of the Hi-Ho Gas Station. I learned some handle techniques in pottery, met new friends, tried new wine, and had one of the most amazing experiences of my lifetime. I would like to first visit my previous blogs to condense these amazing experiences:
Thursday, March 2, 2017 “Merry go-round”
I wake up at 8ish on a Thursday morning. Yet again I have another dream of putting clothes away at Shopko, a store I used to work part-time for growing up. But this time there was a panel watching me put clothes away and a beautiful song playing while the panel lingered gratfully listening.
I used to have alot of dreams I was working at previously worked jobs I since left. Each with a weird twist. One dream I do remember was I was waitressing for rich people until late into the night at my last job, Le Chateau. A Mansion with several darkly lite sepia toned floors, but this time a red carpet lined the halls where the kids of the owners frolicked while I scurried around looking for wine glasses in the dark.
Today I feel yet again I am walking up back in time. Coming from Texas during an 88 degree spring I now am facing snow in Wisconsin every week and a snail like pace day to day. I am waking up in the same dream, the same day over and over even though I know I ‘ve made changes. Last nite I finished 2 pieces. I will try not getting lost in a day dream while in this place that looks like child hood memories. I am going to stick to a plan and tackle an Artist website and create an online port folio.
Thursday, February 23, 2017 “Home Again”
I sit with elbows curved beside my black card table used for painting. With a pot of coffee brewed, my eyes settle on Jay Street. A Squirrel lingers then runs up a tree infront after a man shuffles into Pickerman’s restaurant. How did the squirrel get soo off track that now he is stuck in a concrete desert surrounded by busy people and vehicles? I guess when you wonder off any path into the unknown your life can take several turns you would rather miss. That is what risk is, a challenge to get to the other side where safety and stability are.