I landed home from Artfest like tornado debris - swooped up from cozy home, swirled up in a funnel of high-energy bliss, then smacked back down on the ground in the blink of an eye....only to be scooped back up next weekend to zip on down to Carol Parks' studio (and then to Art and Soul Hampton, VA with Asilomar very soon after). In the final hit with earth, I'll wedge a sharp point of rebellion under a boulder and demand to be left home for a spell. A little summer spell.
As usual, I didn't get very many pictures. Not very many indeed only because I get so caught up in the moment of the bliss of the people of the excitement of the event that is Artfest that I don't even think to snatch pictures! I'm not regretful about it. They're in full color in my mind where they will reside forever. I did set my camera to black and white mode for a day or two and was pleasantly surprised with the images I snatched (most from my belly button when I let the camera just hang and pushed the shutter button - letting the captured image be a surprise). I captured steam from the shower room in the cold enclosed porch of our house there. captured the morning sun at the table. I captured early morning whispers through cracks in doors. Love that. I also managed to shoot a few pictures of the green that is blanketing the terrain this time of year. In a couple of months that will all be a pale shade of suffolk sheep. Bland tan. This green is the siren call. Can you hear it?
There were many dear friends with whom I didn't get to connect - my how the time flies - and there were many dear friends with whom I thoroughly enjoyed spending lots of time. There were even a few who were close in body but our minds (or something) kept us from really connecting. So be it. I feel the love anyway. I felt a little like this leaning driftwood - quiet and content mostly...and a little uncertain. The gray light of the Washington waters do that to me sometimes. Bring me right into the center of myself with only the wind asking me my own questions. Right into the heart of mine that is the tiny dry crab in the palm of a nurturing cancer. I am the crab and the cancer learning to tend to myself with gentleness.
Three glorious class days!! How decadent it was to be JUST a student! I love love loved every minute of it! Day one was spent with Susan Wooldridge and if I thought I could get away with it, I would lock her up in my house and milk her word-udder-brain for just a drop or two of that creamy white genius. I won't even begin to try to explain what that class was for me besides heaven. Heaven! I've loved her books for a while now and to be with her - her entire, bigger than life animated, colorful self was decadent indeed. I wrote some poetry that came out of the center of the desert of my soul - a desert that I didn't know was there. I will share it at some point. Some of it. The ones that won't make anyone I wrote about look bad. :)
Look at Susan here...I couldn't get a good full on face shot. That girl was always in motion and I wasn't about to try to halt her energy just for a photo shoot! Thank you, Susan, for sharing your light. (Here is where I'd normally insert an adjective or two but I will refrain. Perhaps it would be better to say "thank you for sharing your green underbelly of a smile with us" or "thank you for being the truth that springs from the hole in the crooks of a thousand sunstained stems"). Yes. That's more Susanish. :)
Day two was spent with Misty. I've wanted to learn from her for a very long time now and boy did I have a dandy of a good time!! I do have pictures of my work that came out of that class which I will share at some point. Lots of camera shooting from the hip in this class.
Day three found me tucked in the light-drenched corner of Richard's class with a view out the window. I could have sat and daydreamed all day but instead I was a dutiful student and cobbled away at the anvil until three little metal boxes told me they were done enough for the day. I have plans for that middle one there. That plain old middle one. Richard is a wonderful teacher and it is evident (to me) that he knows his way around the front of a classroom (as he should with decades of High School teaching under his belt!). I loved high school and learning and noticing his teaching energy was similar and combining that with the fact that I was there to learn ART, I was in total heaven. Yup. Three days in a row. How much more lucky could I get?!?!
I'm tired, there's a saturated sponge in the place where my mind should be, I'm so busy for the coming months I can't see straight and there are STILL pirates in my sea of tranquility. But, Artfest was a balm. A heavenly, cold-winded, sea-scented, creaky-housed, friend-filled balm.
Now, if I can only find time to figure names out for these two little guys. We are the proud parents, Vinnie and I and the girls, of five new Bantam chicks. Ameraucanas and Barred Rocks on their way soon. I'm gonna be a farmer yet! We had a chicken photoshoot today. Will share the results another day. In the mean time, I will be prodding the farmer's husband with a pitchfork to get that-thar coop built. The coop that will be in the new fenced garden. That garden that will also be housing a new fancyschmancy outdoor shower house to wash the chicken poop off...among other things. I have the best life ever.