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.
Somedays I wake knowing stuff I wish I didn’t. Like stingrays. Did you know they nestle into the sand along the coastal waters of Southern California? That’s a good spot for them to rest, away from predators, but if you inadvertently step on one, which is more and more common to do, it is indeed a very bad day for you. Most days I really wish I didn’t know these flat creatures lay camouflaged in the very shoreline where I want to splash about. On the other side of this coin of knowledge there’s stuff I’m delighted to know. Like how no matter how old you are, you’ll feel sixteen forever. Dramatic. Emotional. Sometimes silly. Sometimes confident. Sometimes volatile. All of it. Colliding within. In truth there is nothing real about aging, at least not your emotional being, not in anyway important to who you are inside. That creative and wild and impulsive and kooky and misstepping and driven girl is here to stay. That I’m glad to now know for sure.
It is not easy to focus these days. Or rather, it is not easy to focus on the simple joys that summer brings. There are wars brewing and bombs flying about. Billionaires running our world aground. Talk of a big bill that will cut funding for rural hospitals, children living in poverty, and people with disabilities, yet still raise our debt. Without granting attention to Washington we all know most ever decision this administration makes is a disaster in the making. You don’t even have to be a glass half-empty die-hard pessimist to agree with me.
Nine Cent Girl 