September 30, 2011
It's been one month since I visited the Gallery. Incredible. I can't believe how quickly the time passed. I've managed to finish my second four-piece series. I think for the most part I'm happy with what I've achieved so far. They're pretty personal works and Dave questions their sale-ability given their personal nature - which gives me pause. But what else could I do? I'm drawing from my own experiences and I know there's probably a way to make the themes more universal, but this is where the journey had to begin for me. I'm starting to realize how much an artist can develop by working regularly in their studio. It's been a great experience for me, even if it is rather lonely. I wonder if I was born to be a loner? Seems to be a consistent theme in my life. Anyway - I worked outside again today. It's just so amazing - to feel the breeze, hear the animals rustling around frantic to stockpile food and make a shelter to get them through the winter, listen to the leaves gently fall to the ground. It makes me think of Ernest Hemingway - I visited his house in Key West, Florida several years ago and one of the most memorable things about his house was this plank of wood he set up between his bedroom window and his studio, which was situated over an old carriage house. According to the tour guide, Hemingway used to walk each morning from his bedroom to his studio so as not to have to go downstairs and back up again. I love that.
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