The transition between summer and autumn seems to be effortless. Each day brighter colors appear in the trees. Slowly leaves start to fall. Seeds fly through the garden. Mother earth says, "soon it is time for me to sleep...listen... watch..."
Time for my art is so precious... and now only a few hours on a Sunday... On these pages of my barely there journal I took the designs that Lynne had created and accented them...
This piece, "transition" makes me think of so much... the pleated skirts I wore as a little girl... the oak trees in the Santa Monica mountains where I spent hours hiking as a teenager... the tiger lilies in the redwood forests that I collected and drew for my natural resource professor in college, (I even got paid!), my love of words... that I need more time, but really I know that I need to live in each moment
I am making the transition in my teaching... not as effortlessly as the seasons...
I need to learn so much, there is so much to prepare and so little time. I tell myself I can do this...
The Humming birds have migrated south. Only one little wooden bird hanging from my studio curtain is left. Taunting my cat... I imagine her thinking, little bird... are you really real?
This is a set of two collages I made for an assignment for the Nick Bantock's workshop that I took in July. He had us cut up old Punch and Judy cartoons to make two collages. One how we used to feel, one how we feel now... (this could be from any time in the past).
I wanted my cards to say how I felt as an art teacher... and how I felt to lose that position. I am hoping that soon the "lament" piece will be the past and the "passion" will be the present again. I had a hard week. This week will be better....
