Good morning all. I hope to have time to paint today, but I have my doubts. I have a gallery meeting with two artists, a photographer and a water colorist. We are having a show ”Expressions of Italy” in November. I have never been to this gallery so I am looking forward to seeing “our space.” I have a Tuscany landscape page on my web site, but some of those are no longer in my possession. So our meeting today will give me some idea of how many pieces (and sizes) I will need. I think I will do all of them on wrapped canvas….possibly no frames at all. I like the look of wrapped canvas work ….the rawness of it…no separation. A lot of my work is framed, so don’t get me wrong, I love Stephanie, my framer….gifted, she is!
I am hard on frames though….just trying to get them to a gallery without scratching them is a challenge. I am known for trying to carry too many things…or not paying attention (one butterfly passing by grabs my attention :~). Well, enough about framing and shows. I will let you know how the meeting goes. I may try to post our invitation card on here later.
Before I leave you this morning…I want to switch to some of my circle and beyond stuff. I mentioned “trash bugs” the other day. Not sure of their scientific name, but growing up we called them trash bugs. I seldom see them now….have any you have ever seen one?
Trash bugs are tiny insects…so tiny that you hardly notice them (like so many things in our world). If you ever thought you saw a little pile of sticks and stuff moving then you probably saw a trash bug. They carry this little pile of debris on their back. I have always thought them somewhat magical (okay..I admit it I think a lot of things are magical). Anyway, I am pretty sure the trash to them is serious business…their camouflage from predators. Of course, that is a positive reason for carrying the trash….what about us though? I think some of us (myself included) carry trash around with us….not only on our backs but piled on and in our hearts. We tend to dwell in the past lugging hurtful things around with us. Needless to say, that slows us down and robs us of the unfolding love and joy around us. I am not saying our “trash” is not real…so many of us have stories…and some of the stories are ”heart shredding” ones. I am saying own it, embrace it, and learn from it….then shake some of it off and move forward (like the little trash bug) . If not, our heart will become so weighed down that life will just zip right past us. I could go on and on about this, but I will spare you.
So from the center of my circle I leave you with this thought…today let’s just keep on moving (trash and all) . Viewing the trash as life lessons. Hmmm, maybe ’tis not trash after all…could it actually be camouflaged treasure?
Today, may we all allow our hearts to open and unfold…..no more camouflage.
Until later then…..