I just have to sit with
myself and be patient.
getting into the groove, MY groove—no one
else’s. Patience, and I
out work. I
wish I’d taken process
photos of painting the sculpture, went from
dead white to stripes of mixed interference
purple and peach, to covering the
thing with a watered
down peach/purple glaze
to stroking with chalk in
red, turquoise, tan, and smearing…It looks like something made of stone, sort
Joy that I can now throw away OT emails with only a
second’s thought—it’s getting easier to put the health care job behind me, but I see that already, a few weeks from
67, I get tired more quickly than I used to. Switching activities frequently
and taking breaks to lie down and read are necessary…but remember, I don’t have
to make a living now…I’ve already done that, and saved enough. I may not become
renowned, but I am happier. Patience with myself, and following my
instincts to jettison anything that doesn’t feel sufficiently important, even
when I wonder if there will be anything left at all. Trusting my instincts has
always been my path.
|My Honda Fit in David and Brian's Driveway Sunday Morning|
Threading needles is
becoming challenging again…need bigger eyes, brighter lights…worry about losing
independence. I see women much younger than I am selling their "inspiring" aging
stories online, and I rebel. I will be grumpy and happy...and not claim to have anyone else's answers.
|Mosaic in Port Townsend|
Small trips: Ferry gliding
always more quickly and apparently effortlessly than I anticipate. The lythe
young woman getting into the passenger seat of the car next to mine. A
stylishly cut yellow-green wool coat, knee-high brown leather boots.
Artfully-colored hair beyond her shoulders. Polished. The car is a silver
Toyota Rava with an Early-Success man at the wheel waiting to share the coffee
and Danish she sets on the roof as she glides in.
|Sun and Gray in Port Townsend, but NO Snow!|
|The Mountains to southeast...not sure which ones...all these fingers of water|
My first solo trip to Artist
and Craftsman Supply in Seattle…I’ve made enough money selling portraits to stock up
on 18” x 18” canvases and black, two shades of blue, white acrylic, some media, pens for
cartooning. I made it to David and Brian’s house in Shoreline, with what felt
like a couple of near misses, “I’m from out of town” hands in air, and some “Re
Calculating” in that annoyed tone the GPS gets when I can’t tell which choice
she means….good thing it’s not a man’s voice.
|Soup Starter at Banana Leaf|
David drives when we’re
together, but if I’d known it was going to snow four inches in three hours, I’d
have insisted on taking my Fit with the Studs…much slippage from other cars on
the road, abandoned cars, and no sign of plows or preparation from the city. We had to leave
both David’s and Brian’s car and walk the rest of the way in snow glitter. The
dog enjoyed it.
I got out Sunday morning, through still-unplowed slush--couldn't wait to get home...
running home in time of crisis…I guess that means this Northwestern
Peninsula town is really HOME, after 8.5 years here. How do we define HOME…our
safe place? I hug my self. Made myself the same apple Roquefort pie recipe
David was making in Shoreline…not as pretty…I don’t like following recipes, so
my baking is uneven. David has been taking all kinds of cooking classes, the latest, pie. He says he has the soul of a Fifties housewife...Brian is one lucky guy!
|Banana Leaf shrimp with fried egg and crab...YUM!|
Monday morning I awoke to
pounding rain, nixing my plan to go and see a movie I’d latched onto in Port
Townsend. I hadn’t stopped as planned in my rush to be home and safe from
Seattle the day before. By the time I’d wrapped the packages to ship and paid
the bills—good to have some concrete things to accomplish each day—there was
brilliant sun, and I reminded myself, not for the first time, that most of my
Obligations now are tasks I create, and it makes sense to go with the weather
and the opportunity, while my opportunities are still broad.
|North Beach, lovely light, righteous rocks|
Happy that I didn’t move to
Port Townsend as planned in the Eighties, because it wouldn’t be such a treat
to visit if I lived there. I had a house all rented, but wasn’t ready to make
the break with the East Coast…and now I’m Home here. My perfect birthday has
become a trip to PT, the beach, William James Book Sellers (5 varied volumes
for $51.50), a special meal, and a movie in the Rose Theater.
|The new Starlight Theater at the Rose|
I’d become fixated several
months ago on seeing The Great Beauty, and it was exquisite, with Roma as a main character, and a message to me
about the importance of continuing to make Art even though life is meaningless.
An extra treat was seeing it in the Starlight Room, a new adult viewing area
over Silverlight Café, next door to the Rose, with a mélange of cozy chairs,
cushions, chandielliers, and popcorn in cut glass bowls. Life can be Drama (in
the best sense)…if only we make it so. It was a perfect day…and home to book
|Participating in the Movie Ambiance|
And so you’ll know I’m not
neglecting my Art work…as Milton Glaser says, “Art is Work.” But this is the
work I love.