There's a stirring that happens when you take part in these art retreats.
When your hands are filled with clay and paint
and not in water with a sink full of dishes.
There's a stirring that takes place when conversation
is about art and the creative process
and not the weather or your long to-do-list.
There's a stirring that awakens you
when you're surrounded by hundreds of artists
who speak your language, inside and out-
their hands and fingernails caked and covered with colour
as you eat your lunch together...
You start to unravel like a ball of yarn-spinning open and out,
your words spilling like beads onto a table,
hopping with truth and depth.
Others are there to catch them with their open hands.
The connection you have been craving is ample
and the serendipity is loud and absolute-
almost "too weird" to even say aloud and share
with someone who wasn't there to witness it.
I had forgotten how these art retreats mess with my mojo-
my status quo-my everything is fine...
Being in this state for several days in a row where you only have yourself
to think about-not making lunches or preparing dinner,
not laundry or grocery shopping-
only your own needs.
It can really mess with a girl.
It can crack open your insides,
the same ones you had slip-stitched closed the last time you felt so supported,
understood and accepted-like you belong in a society-
in a community where people feel as much as you do-
where being real is encouraged, warts and all.
This little one was made on DAY ONE with Michelle Allen.
She was once a little ball of dull clay and now she has so much life and personality.
I can't tell you how happy I am to bring my paintings to life
in this 3 dimensional artform.
(Thank-you SO MUCH Michelle (my new friend)!!! xoxo)
I promise you'll be seeing more of these in the near future...
I CANNOT wait to make more!
This post is dedicated to all of you all...
You know who you are-
my new friends, my Madrona sisters,
my facebook peeps that I finally met and already love-
my blog readers who have become kindreds (especially you L.C.)
my teachers who taught me so much more than "just art",
my besties-I'm SO crazy about you-
I miss you all so much already-
More soon...so much more...