Once again, my blogging life has fallen short and I have dropped off the map in this space. But I do have an excuse or two that has kept me away. The biggest of which is my most recent creative project ever…
Yes, out of the blue a brilliant little gem was placed in my hands. Definitely the best thing I have or will ever make in my lifetime. She is truly a balanced compliment of her father and I in looks, persistence, and independence. Looking at her is like looking back and forth at her parents - Back and forth and back and forth until your vision blurs and her image comes forth. I couldn’t have dreamed her more perfect.
In pregnancy and her first 5 months of life, I’ve found myself floundering with artistic thoughts. I sometimes sat, thinking myself selfish for wishing for an art space and time to create things once again. Other times I thought, “But of course I should start making art again!” It seemed entirely appropriate to take this time to raise her in a creative world where her mommy is happily painting/drawing/whatevering. But in the end… there is only so much time in the day. And babies take up most of that time, it seems, with the mundane: diapers, feeding, spitting up, being dressed again (and again) in clean clothes, rinse and repeat.
Then, just when I thought perhaps I had my time and art wouldn’t re-enter my life until I can at least get her off to Kindergarten… Right at that moment when I resigned myself, last week I had a dream. So many things come to me in dreams and nearly all of them filled with truth. This dream was about an ear of corn. A collage of an ear of corn, to be exact. Little nuggets of warm, yellowed sweetness, all clumped together and if you looked closely you could see words and worlds and a sea of texture and life in there.
Was the corn inspired by fall weather and my now living in the
Is the natural progression of my city overview collages this image I dreamed?
Or, did I just go to bed hungry again?
All very silly… but here is my first toe’s dip into the water:
I feel inspired again to put into words what is moving me. I feel urged to tell you about the paintings that helped me through a difficult pregnancy. Most especially, I want to keep traveling down this bumpy road and putting my thoughts down here. If not for me or for a passer-by reader, certainly for my daughter.
And on my blogging hiatus? Well, sometimes you have to cut yourself a break. After all, I live life to live life… not to live through blogging. Sometimes this space simply has to take a backseat for the main events.
