Earlier this year I pulled up my roots and headed to Texas to care for my Mom. Leaving was a strain. My Vehicle wasn't able to pull a trailer. Wanting to take everything, I started to sort through 30 years of art supplies, unfinished projects, old magazines and, well you get the idea.
My wonderful son packed my car and we covered every inch. with the lot of it.
Now that I have been here for 4 months, My studio time has simply not been there. I came here thinking that my dreams would come true and I would get sooooo much done.
Texas is behind the curve in such a way that the art that I do is really not in. But just because I'm here doesn't mean I need do only horses and jackrabbits. They can be in the mix along with the fog and the rainforest.
Living in the Seattle area for the last 30 years has really spoiled me. Most days you can cut the humitity with a knive. I forgot how to sweat in the Great Northwest. Here, it is not a glow it is a drenching. My idea of sweating seems so crude. What did we do without the airconditioner?
Art inspires the masses for the most part, in my book. While I am marooned in this he haw hell, I will think of the many works I can do with these folks in mind and in the forefront. Giving my will to the Almighty immediately. That seems to work wherever you are.
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