I love the way art has most always been a spontaneous response to life for me - a way of of thinking about things, dreaming about things, talking to myself or others about things. It's the way I love, the way I grieve, the way I hope, the way I play.
Right now art is being a rather moody playmate, not answering the door when I knock, but still "in there."
I am making a physical move soon to St. Johns in Portland so there's a lot of "stuff" to do to get ready. That's probably, in part, why I can't get too engaged in art projects right now. I was already moving in my heart when I painted this piece several months ago and beginning to ask the question of what to take with me and what to leave behind (that eternal question that fits every situation perfectly).
I named it various things, "Packing Lightly," "Taking only the Essentials" etc., but I see something else in it now. I see a desire to focus away from distractions and toward some kind of inner knowing - a spiritual quest beginning (again). It's quite possibly an "age" thing (what's important from here on out?), or my just taking note in other areas of my life where time management seems to be a newly important issue, but I do want to spend my precious time with intention and focus.
What does that mean in regards to art? I don't know. We aren't on speaking terms at the moment. I do know that art is a response in me to life. And the more I live, the more I want to make art. So, first things first, I'm going to St. Johns, to live well and then see what happens with my art.
Happy New Year everyone.