Did you ever feel uneasy about drastic change then suddenly realize there was a whole new world of opportunity to try. You're excited and a little scared, but mostly really anxious to jump in wholeheartedly and see what happens! Wow, I just can't wait to find out.
I closed my gallery this week. The beautiful building looks pretty bare now. Soon the new owners will be excited about what they're doing there. But to me, it's full of good memories, and some not so good. It will be wonderful to have the time to just paint. Sure, you hope to sell, but mostly just to have the luxury of time to play with the paint and canvas, or as my daughter says, push paint around until it tells you what it wants to be.
I will miss some things. I'll miss those who came around to "talk art" with me. And the talented young talents who make me feel excited for them. And just good friends who passed the time away. I am thankful for all the fellow painters who came my way, all ages, all types. Art really knows no age. It's something hiding inside, always begging to come out. Of, sometimes it comes out wrong. But you know you'll try again, and again.
Last October when I fell I guess I felt old and decrepit, and discouraged. But now I realize it made my life really start over again. A new beginning for an old gal. What fun.
I'm still around the Bend. We'll have chances to get together just to talk or paint or sit and kick around new ideas.
Here's to a new adventure. Hope you come along with me.
