I love this time of year. In a few days my family and I are hitting the road for the start of a summer of travels. As we do every summer, we are heading to Maine to collectively fill our wells. Hopefully we’ll have some sunshine this year after 3 years of nothin’ but rain. But there is nothing we can do about the weather, and we adore the family-friends we see there each year. As I usually do before a big trip, I am writing here to catch up on the wonders of what’s happening here at home, and to bid my few but loyal readers adieu until my next post which may be a month or more from now….
Being an artist requires a person to become something of an observer. Whether that means observing one’s inner landscape, or observing the magic all around in one’s environment doesn’t really matter. We simply observe. And sometimes, capture that magic – with a photograph, a poem, a song, a work of art. This is really what artists of all kinds do. They (we) capture a brief moment in time, and manifest it into something more timeless. In order to make room for this capturing, you’ll often find artists doing a tremendous amount of wandering. For it is in this wandering that we are inspired.
This week I walked in Spring Grove Cemetery with Lisa like we often do and it was quite the nature day. We came across a turtle laying her eggs just off the side of the road. And a little fawn, who seems to often be around Esme’s Place at Spring Grove, peeked out at us this time and looks to be growing like a weed.
At home in the studio, in spite of the heat outdoors, I have had the wax table heated up a great deal recently and here’s what’s come of it….
Above is a work in progress that I hope to have finished before I leave for Maine for entry (should they accept it) into an “Earth” themed show at the Kennedy Heights Art Center.
Meanwhile, my old work, Tubular CM, has found it’s way up onto the walls at Salon Cherry Bomb in Hyde Park. I put two installations of them up, one larger than the other, and they seem to work well in the space. At the very least, they are out of storage.
The hardest part about leaving for a vacation is, well, leaving. I hope that someday I can take my dogs with me to Maine and make a summer of it. But alas, they’ll be staying here at their Kingdom across the Magical Bridge of Hope and Wonder with our house-sitter. Caskie has not been well lately and we are waiting to get some test results back about what might be going on with him. He’s been losing a lot of weight recently and just doesn’t seem to feel very well. Today however he ate some chicken and rice and even played a bit with the other dogs in the yard. So maybe we’ll get to have him around for awhile longer.
As the evening cools to a balmy, potentially storm-ridden night here at Chez Bogard, I wish a happy summer all around, with time enough to enjoy the company of family, friends and self.
I’m sure I’ll have lots to write after Irish Week at Swannanoa….