Helloooooo! I feel like I have been away. Away in the basement anyways. The last couple of weeks of school are crazy- I think everyone knows this. Field trips, field day, class parties, locker cleanout....and officially this is the first week I have been a full time parent. The girls are still alive but yesterday....it was touch and go on that! I was so mad that when we went to the gym (still HATE any kind of exercise because it takes to long and is yucky and boring- who likes to sweat, really?) I made them walk around the outdoor track twice and told them if they complained or fell behind we'd do it three times. I think they know when I'm at the end of my rope- there was no complaining.
So back to the basement- this is the next mixed media piece I thought I'd try. Its not finished but I wanted to share with you. I've taken to driving around staring into the ditches for certain grasses and weeds. FYI- the grasses are taller than they appear and you should wear pants to do this... I've brought home quite a few extra friends with me and probably have several more in the car. I'll do a lot for art but if I find a big hairy spider on my leg I will scream bloody murder and dance around.
I'm calling this series of work- A Long Road Home. (By the way!!!!! I sold the first one and have a commission to do another of the same! Am I officially an artist yet???)
Why this name? Well, I've always felt I wasn't really "from Michigan" because I wasn't born here. Don't you have to be born somewhere to be from there? And the town I lived in growing up was very small and everyone was born there- so I imagined, anyways. My Mom was 'from New York' where she was born. My father was born in the area. I was born in Minnesota but can't remember a thing about it because my father was stationed in California soon after I was born. Yep, for a short while I was a Navy brat.
Its silly to feel like I'm not 'from there' as I have lived in Michigan since second grade. I know this. And Michigan will always be 'home'. As an adult my immediate family and I moved to a larger city and I really like it here. I get bored easily and here I have the ability to entertain myself. I have decided that I really never should live more than 25 miles from a book store or art supply store ever again.
In this series ("series" cuz I can tell that I am a long way from being done with these) 'home' is a state of mind. We all see things in nature that remind us of home. A certain kind of tree or a grouping of trees and the way they grow. A wide open field. A sunset dropping into the horizon. ( I try not to look at those while driving- you can miss certain things...like the road ending....I'm just saying...)
I also imagine that coming home can mean a return to one's authentic self. We can get so lost in who others want us to be, tell us to be. We can try to be someone else living a life that looks a certain way. But sooner or later if this life doesn't fit we find ourselves in an unsatisfied, unhappy state. I describe that feeling as 'itchy'. Something not right about you and wishing you could jump in the shower and wash it away. But I know for some its a deeper more profound sadness. I, myself, have been way off course for a long time.
A journey is documented by markers. Like this...
I came this far and paused. I could see the next place that I want to be on the horizon and in just a little bit I will continue on. But for now, I need to be here just a little longer.
That's what this piece feels like to me. A place I stopped to look around and take stock of my life and surrounding.
Wow. I'm so deep in the morning. I should get up early more often!