Although I am nowhere near packed, or ‘ready’ as one might think one should be when headed off to an artistic island adventure, this selkie-souled girl heads to Maine early tomorrow morning for a painting class. Looking back at all of the art making I have done over the years, I realized that this is the first painting class I have ever taken. Really. I’ve had drawing classes that touched on liquid media, foundations classes in art school which breezed over the notion of studying a master’s work for a day or two. But never a painting class. I’ve taken one other workshop far away, but that was a sculpture class in Colorado – after which I decided to go to art school and take things more seriously. And now I am here.
I have always wanted to paint. And as you can see here on the blog, I have taught myself a fair amount about how to push colors around on a surface to get some sort of point across. Or not. Depending upon the day. With my kids out of the nest, this seemed like a good a time as any to learn more about something that calls to me. And to perhaps take it a little more seriously.
Speaking of nests….
This little wren found it’s way indoors this morning. Terrified, it was being pursued by our not-so-very-youthful ginger cat who had it trapped in the curtains when I came upon the drama. I was able to fend off the cat, the wren was able to find a branch to land upon (yes, we keep branches around the house) and miraculously it allowed me to pluck it from this branch and rid it of some spiderwebbing it had tangled on it’s foot. I checked it over for any damage and could find none.
So we went outside to find a more suitable branch for this little wild thing. Given a few moments to regain it’s bearings in the world at large, the little wren flew off to safety. And likely to thank its lucky stars and regale its friends about the near miss indoors!!
In the ‘animal medicine’ department, wren is courageous and resourceful and flies higher than most. And so with that message, I fly off tomorrow, to join a group of painters (a prospect I find a little daunting) and I will be brave and sing my song although the other birds may seem bigger and more colorful than I.
Years ago I picked up a sweet little poem while on a visit to another Island in Maine, Peaks Island. I put it in my journal along with a little drawing and some writing about how someday, I would like to spend extended time on an island. Somewhere. Somehow. That goal remains. Within my beautifully complicated life, I am grateful for the following few days on Little Cranberry Island to live my dream of island life while learning a new approach to pushing paint around on a surface.
I can’t wait to share what’s on the other side of this adventure with you upon my return.