100th Blog Entry
This seems like it must be a milestone of some sort, and I should come up with something deep and philosophical to say about my journey as an artist. Hmmmm.... Not sure what that would be. Mostly it's been fun, sometimes it's been tough. It's been two and a half years since I quit my full time, with benefits job, and it was a big jump for me. But instead of crashing to the ground, I grew wings (albeit shaky ones) and have managed to keep aloft.
Now spring is coming and I'm looking forward to another season of art fairs, to another growing season both in the garden and in my art. As my experience grows, so does the knowledge that I'm doing what I was meant to do.
While I look forward to spring and all that comes with it- the green grass, sunshine, flowers- I don't want to discard winter too casually. After a long, hot summer and the riotous colors of fall and the flurry of activity at the holidays, I long for the quiet stillness of winter. The subtle colors of grey and gold, and hazy purple. The wonder of snow and frost. Watching birds at the feeders, and breathing cold, crisp air. Cozy sweaters, cozy cats, hot tea and a good book. All these are good things, but I'm getting restless, ready to get out in the garden, ready smell that dirt and shed some of these winter layers.
I've been so busy all winter making new things, I can't wait to get out there and say "See what I've made?" New fiber things- lots of felted wool, new mini paintings, new larger paintings, new jewelry, new blank books, new painted glassware. I may need a bigger truck to haul it in! Wouldn't that be nice.