I haven't had much time to be at either place, The Workshop or the Studio. For a second (a short second) I held the thought to sale my spot in the Benn/Morgan workshop next month at the Crow Barn. I will follow my own advice and not let single moments define my whole reality and future. I've heard Nikki Giovanni speak several times and she tells a story of a visit somewhere in Central Africa and going to a village and a group of men identify themselves as "warriors" for the village...she asks "what wars have you fought?" and the reply was there hasn't been a war in over 100 years. Giovanni's point was how can you call yourself warriors if you haven't fought in any wars. I haven't been feeling like much of an artist of late and began to question the "what" as in what do I call myself doing? These supplies are just wasted on me, yak, yak, yak... The upcoming week with Leslie and Claire at the Crow Barn will be an opportunity for my mind to settle back into the processes of making art, (God willing and if the Creek don't rise)
I have a new granddaughter who was born last weekend. Her name is Anaya which means God Answered. She has been in ICU since Tuesday morning but the meaning of her name is not lost on her...everything has corrected itself and the last miracle we are waiting on is for her respirations to slow down and the water to clear off her lungs.
Also, my father had a hospital stay and has transitioned into a nursing home for rehabilitation. My mother and I have been trading off days to care for my 18 month on grandson, Carter, (named after Carter G. Woodson) big brother to Anaya.
I'm settling into the head space where I can allow Grace to enter. Patience is following and I have forgiven myself for not burying myself in art making and accepting this is the season to be and do for my family and accept this as the blessing it is.
With Carter in and out of my lap, I painted this Crow on a 6"x8" scrap of fabric.