…this particular feeling only came with this particular piece of art. I loved where it took me. It was a bit magical, a bit mysterious, a bit haunting, a bit of time travel, a bit on the edge…of what?
Sure, I’d go for a little bit, but ewww…the sand. And the saltwater made my legs itch. “No thank you” to the ocean when I could sit by the pool all day, AND not miss my favorite show. I was a bit lonely. But at least I wouldn’t miss an episode of “Days.”
…if you have this experience to draw from, it is something you know you can come back to again and again. It is our birthright, innate, and unsaid because it’s expected and obvious, just like breathing. That is the hope anyway.
…a day or so before I left for the workshop, the joke was on me, as I discovered via social media that the artist who had inspired me to start painting, to explore painting, and to continue painting - the artist who had inspired me to exchange my mixed media materials for only a paintbrush, and to later restructure my laundry room into an art studio - would be at the same workshop.
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