My days are bittersweet. Sweet because of the garden. Sweet because I have time to just be. But bitter because my job as an art teacher are over, (at least for this time), and there was so much more I wanted to do... and I loved this job so much.
Next year our school district will have no middle school electives at all. No art, no choir, shop or band. High school thankfully will still have art and band. So my sons day will still be rich in music.
Still, I have a job as an elementary school teacher somewhere in my district. And I will find ways to incorporate art into every day... dance and three dimensional work as well...I can have that science/nature table again, and younger and sweeter students who are not going through such difficult hormonal times.
Some mornings I wake up in a panic... where will I be in September? But other mornings I am fine... almost. For now I just wait and love my garden, later in the summer I will begin the job of moving out of my art room. I remind myself that many people have much worse problems...
This is a collage of two images, one myself, that I cut out and glued on the other, a close up of a peony with matt medium. I added a layer of the medium over them both. My husband says... "oh another woman reaching..." but oh well. It is what we do. Here is the peony photo:
Summer days are my own. My son is working for the Forest Service again this summer. This time as a leader of his own crew for the Youth Conservation Crew. He and my husband drive down to California together everywhere. Their district is called the "Goose Nest," so appropriate for this area. I miss them and run out to greet them when they drive up every day...
I used the same method in this picture I took of my daughter when she was just a teen, and sat her on the columbine. To me it is as though she and the flower are having a conversation...
More colors of my world...
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