Rainy Spring Day

Soft focus

Holding Back

There are layers upon layers to put back into the box and leave alone. Energy that I am tired of.

Over and next.

Time to start fresh.

New piece

Draft piece I'm working on. First one in years, it feels good. The piece is about working through the process of life, getting past roadblocks and bad energies.

Hints of Spring

Just getting a bit of spring starting.  It's still frosting at night.  Back in the nw, I  can actually plant stuff and have it live.

I hated every last inch of it

The dry smokey grainy brown grey landscape that tore away the part of me that mattered and left me wilted screaming tortured in the fine dust

A Reboot

A bit of a break was necessary. It's strange when you blog for several years- when you have a corner blog that a few people follow... you end up feeling a bit of a slave to it, even though it ought to be something you love. So when my computer started acting 'funny' it was a bit of a relief to not be able to blog.

I will be more measured in my pacing.  And I will write more. I'm starting to miss my art terribly- even though I'm not really set up for it at the moment. The move back to the Pacific Northwest really changed the landscape of my life in many ways- notably, no art space, at least not in the winter. The only space I have right now is a semi-finished garage, which is finally getting warm enough to use. And has boxes everywhere...

I no longer feel the ache in my bones from living in the desert. I am a forest soul, not really able to live well in the desert. I could change my palette from the deep dark greens and purples and blues of forest and mountains to the dusty tans and greys and pale blues of the desert.  But I could not change my soul. I am contented.

I will post something about once a week. That's a pattern that's not too pushy. 

Here's to doing art for it's own sake.  Nothing special. Just what is needed as part of the human condition.

JAS