It is been almost a year since commencing this journey of embracing the life of a student, yet once again: following in the footsteps of my own children who have embraced the power of learning. A year in , I am tired and somewhat drained but still forging ahead , trying to tackle each challenge even when part of me wants to just stop and take a deep breath. Sometimes I do, because it is all I can do. My days are full from work, to placements, to pursuing my own art dreams and just keeping ahead of numerous readings and assignments. My mornings are early and evenings run late. I look forward to Friday night for my pizza and wine and down time to watch a movie. My house is a mess, but maybe it always was. I am surrounded by papers and books, paints and craft supplies, I sit at a computer most of my evening, trying to make sense of some reading that challenges every neuron in my brain to fire, to grasp a concept that at times seems to rival the question of " why are we here on earth?" or at least it feels like that at times.My own art work has taken a back seat to these other endeavours over this past year although I still manage to get some art work done as it has become necessary for my own well being and survival. Art has not only helped me through rough times but it is also just as necessary as breathing for me. I am thankful to all my artist friends and colleagues who continue to inspire me and remind me indirectly to pick up a paint brush. Today I will paint windows and enjoy and let go of school work, Temusique and any other force pulling me away from the pure enjoyment of painting. I need this.
So here we are . This has been my year! The good , the bad and the ugly.

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