Monday, March 26, 2012


 A few days ago I reached the point where I was sick of art---thinking about it, wrestling with it, creating it.  I just had to get out of the studio, out of the house, out of the city---out of my brain, even, if that were possible.  A short drive, and I was tramping through the desert.
Birds chatted and sang, and cacti were beginning to bloom. This staghorn cholla held newly opened flowers, as well as a nest in the making.
A close-up view revealed a busy spider within.
Hedgehog cacti bristled everywhere
Their flamboyantly-colored flowers always look completely artificial to my New England eyes.
At the end of the day I returned home.  I was hot, sweaty, tired---and relaxed, refreshed, renewed.  In fact, I was bubbling with creative ideas and energy.  The day had had nothing to do with art, just as I had wanted---yet strangely enough, it had had everything to do with art.
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  1. Yes, your day had *everything* to do with art. I completely get it and am similarly restored by tromping out in the where-ever . . . Thanks for the pics and for taking us along.

  2. what a beautiful, comforting, wonderful post.