Where Art is.

I have been thinking a lot about art.  and I need to keep writing about it, because its becoming increasingly important to me.  i mean I travelled half way across the globe to make some.  I think I needed to go that far to realise.  I don't have to go anywhere.

Its going to be an internal journey.  And an exploration that I can carry out anywhere.  I loved seeing Madelyn again - I love her whole being and the way she can transform anything into a sacred, poetic act.  Just being in conversation with her is a delight.

I also LOVED Tracy Verdugo's class. 

 

I have such a deep admiration for her, I am not sure where or when I met her online, but I know I knew that she hosted Flora Bowley in Australia.  And I feel that I have followed her from way back.  I love how she has taken the leap onto the international stage.  And she is a very good teacher.  She deserves her succes.  It was a great class.  And for me, having done Flora's class, this was definitely a continuation on the same path.  Not the same, but of the same....... mindset.  No, heart.  Heart is a better word.  It built on what I know and acts from a place that I enjoy.

Alena's class had me a bit frustrated.  I wasn't that happy with what I produced.  It felt soft and wafty.  I did manage  to bring it into some focus by the end, but it still felt....  a bit.... I dunno.  Not quite me.  It was good to experiment.  I guess I don't quite connect with soft focus.  I did, however like my quick sketch book page I did.  I guess this is part of the journey, making work you don't like so much.  Perhaps it was the most instructive class of all.

And yet.  All of it.  However wonderful the travel, the new experiences, the great people, the great teachers, the extraordinary landscape and the slipping back into the trusting and serendipity that travelling brings.

I know my work is here, where I am.  My journey begins now.  Here.