Is there really anything like an opening night? Whether for a drama or an opera or an art gallery, there is always fabulous energy and excitement. I am delighted to be part of California Dreaming, featuring sculpture and drawings and paintings, at Dorado 806, once again this year. Being around artists, who support and encourage each other, and seeing your art in the myriad of expressions, just feels like the family you always wanted.
In a world of glossy finished products, of Masterpieces by Masters and Pulitzers by Award-winners and a long list of really great Greats preceding us all, it can take a bit of blind courage, intentionally dedicated time and a dash of wild ecstasy to allow your own creativity to bubble up and out. Each creation reveals a small piece of your lived life and a bit of your private heart, but most of all whatever it is that you produce is an expression of your pure joy. Walking into someone’s painting studio or craft workshop or writing room or gallery space can feel like entering another’s way of being. I invite you to come along into my creative private and public avenues.
I know this has been a busy week with the media abuzz with childless cat ladies announcing their endorsement of Harris while Trump followers are terrified their pets will be eaten by immigrants that only he can stop, but my mind is turning to the season’s harvest. I am not biblical but I do love metaphor and am keenly aware that we do reap what we sow more often than not. Drought, hurricane, or any other cruel act of climate change aside, life brings wonderful gifts this time of year, from corn to tomatoes, from county fairs to back-to-school nights, it’s certainly time to celebrate.
Nine Cent Girl 