There is nothing like a road trip to shake things up artistically, especially when things have been hard on the home front. My trip south with Kim went off with out a hitch and we had a great time. It was so good for me to hang out on the edge of things and just take it all in. It was restful, at least for me, although touring is hard work for the musicians. The “lads” with whom Kim was touring were a great bunch of guys. My favorite venue they played was Eddie’s Attic, the premier singer/songwriter listening room in the Atlanta area.
Not all of our time was spent working however. We managed to find some wonderful second hand clothing shops in Atlanta and Greenville, SC and an amazing toy store in downtown Greenville.
The trip was only 2 overnights and was over in a flash. I personally, could have used a few more days on the road and will have to plan accordingly next time and join the tour sooner! A good chunk of our time driving home through the mountains was spent in the fog, which was a nerve wracking for driving, yet beautiful at the same time.
Upon arriving home I put the finishing touches on a quilt I have been working on for one of my dearest friends who is having her first baby. The design is based on the notion of “friendly monsters” which the kids drew out on paper, and then I interpreted into a quilt. The result is amazing and like nothing I have ever made. Below are some photos….
Now that the quilt is done and has been presented to its new home, it’s back to the wax table for me. Below is my latest painting in encaustic. It’s 12 X12 inches and seems to be heading into different thematic territory for me. I have only briefly touched on my own past experiences to make art, choosing more often to work from my present surroundings, or broader collective inspiration such as Nature or the idea of Place. But recently, my interesting and at times wild life and upbringing have been bubbling up and begging to be interpreted into art. Most specifically, an earthquake that my family and I experienced in 1976 in Guatemala City. I have only made a couple of pieces of art work based specifically on that terrifying experience but I think I am ready to tackle this idea a little more head on. I’ll see how it goes. Processing old stuff is hard, but necessary sometimes, and powerful, especially artistically. I’ll keep you posted…