…long until the leaves turn yellow and red and I cannot wait. I’m always in a hurry to be done with summer, enjoying more the time spent outdoors in the crisp air of fall. This year is no exception. And oh goodness, I feel bad about writing those words really! Every day is a gift, is it not? This weekend certainly was overflowing with gifts and good things one of which was a small road trip to Columbus, Ohio to see a fairly new to me band called The Ghost of the Saber Tooth Tiger (or the GOASST). They opened for Primus, a band I used to listen to in high school. The fun bass player’s voice and lyrics brought back many memories but the best part were the new memories that were made. I also really liked the city of Columbus: clean and super friendly. I can’t wait to go back someday and explore the art offerings there.
“Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind.
Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things.
Their language has been lost.
But not the gestures.”
― Vera Nazarian
I was working on a few months ago on a mixed media piece that had tiny one inch cut out dancer silhouettes around a painted face like a halo. A few of the dancers somehow ended up stuck to the bottom of my tea cup and then rinsed off in my stained studio sink. What a surprise I had when I looked down to wash my mug and there they were: trapeze folk/ dancers caught mid air. It brought a smile to my face to see them free and gliding around. I left them there for a while. A few days later they were washed away.