Easter was quiet. Very quiet. My mind wasn't in it.
My mind was actually quite blank for a few days there. I think I turned into Eeyore, when Eeyroe lost his tail. (see: trail, path, direction, sense of his own limits...) Yes. I admit, sometimes I turn into Eeyore... and like to sit on a 'thisly corner of the forest' all on my own...
But...today I returned to the studio for the varnishing, final things, but not to paint or draw. That all ended Friday. I was emptied out I think.
Tank very empty . I thought I would never touch another brush in my life. Well, I took that back today when I went into the studio and caressed my panels. Doesn't that sound like the silliest thing in the world? But it's true!
Still, I feel that this cycle (of work) has ended, which is funny because this month completes a year of the blog -my
first year!!!- and a year of working on 'small blessings'. It has been very personal, very much about my family and my story and all the things very close to me, and really I feel a great urge to move on to something that will bridge the personal with the larger picture. I am not sure what yet. I have some reading to do . It really feels very important to do a lot of reading now.
Meanwhile, last time I promised to tell about the installation , but I thought I will show you when its all
up on the wall. It will make a lot more sense that way.
But I will tell you that it involves quite a lot of text, broken up text, not continuous, but enough to hopefully engage the viewers in a different way from the paintings.
I have missed reading your blogs and I will, promise, catch up with everyone tomorrow!