365 Letters to Myself
August 7th, Art...
A guilty pleasure I could consider doing more, engrossing in art. Walking through a gallery, visiting a museum, strolling a summer art fair, paging through a picture book – all something I enjoy when I take the opportunity to experience them.
This weekend, the first in August, is an annual art event I like to attend. Held at an inner-city park it is just the right size, about a 140 or so booths, surrounding a small lake, geared toward the local, unpretentious artist. I was particularly motivated to visit the booth of one of my clients, who’s medium is heavy metals. The bending, shaping and creating of one-of-a-kind masterpieces. I enjoyed listening to her share stories of the process, the natural coloring that occurs at different temperatures, what pieces she likes to produce more – watching her eyes light up and hearing the passion in her voice. This year’s fair had a nice balance of artists. I am always interested in the jewelry, captivated by paintings, unexpectedly a couple pottery booths caught my eye and an interesting trend of more wood art. Usually limiting myself to one indulgence, had to stop myself at three purchases.
Oh, if only I had the budget, I can see myself buying more art. I am attracted to a variety, particularly paintings. It’s not only the talent displayed on the canvas or framed, but the stories I imagine both in and behind what is captured. I used to paint – yet it feels unfamiliar to me now. Perhaps it is time to explore, where and who is the artist inside me.
Hmmm, artist within…day 25!
Thank you if you choose to join the journey. Let's hope it is more fun than tears!