"Thinking is the best way to travel" Moody Blues
“Art is much less important than life, but what a poor life without it.” Robert Motherwell
As you can tell from the above, I am not traveling right now, and spending alot of time in my studio. June open studios is fast approaching. I long for some warm, blue water, balmy breezes, and lotsa snorkeling, but alas it is not to be right now. I love my 15 minute trip to the studio, leaving the Valley of the Moon where I live, and going to the other side of town where my studio resides in a 1943 Naval Air Station Barracks, in the funky part of town. Just outside the gate we enter to get to the studios is an old barbershop, now a run down living situation. The road has potholes so big my Scion almost disappears. The building has asbestos siding, pipes in the ceiling and bathrooms that cry for attention. But inside my studio it is warm and cozy, and my muse awaits me. And because the building is so old, all the swallow's nests have never been tampered with. Every year at the same time the swallows arrive (they are here now) and return to their mud condos in the eves. Babys are born and mom and dad fly in and out all day long. And of course they poop all over the windows. That poop pattern on my window would make a good abstract piece! I have been working on a collage that includes many clips from Nepalese newspapers that I collect from my local fair trade store. The writing is all scrolly and bright colors. I guess I have had a taste of Nepal. Life is art, and art is life, and may they continue to form a whole.