The Edom Festival of the Arts proved a rewarding escape from the city over the weekend. On the first day, I did a plein air watercolor sketch of a large tree towering behind my booth. On the second day, I began work on this Harley I photographed last summer while on historic Route 66. I loved the large pack of gear attached to the rear, and knew I would get around to sketching it in watercolor. I keep trying to finish it, but alas, details keep popping up that I have overlooked (license plates, sidewalk behind, shadows beneath the wheels, and no doubt I’ll find some other unfinished areas). But I decided to photograph it anyway and send it out on the blog. I had no Internet access over the weekend. Edom is quite remote in east Texas. So I apologize that the blog has languished a few days. I’m back now, and will try to breathe some life back into it.
Selling art at the Edom Festival proved a rewarding experience. Much more, though, I was enriched by meeting many new patrons, as well as renewing acquaintances with those who remembered me from last year’s festival. I also met some genuine new friends in the artist’s community, and met several former colleagues whom I had not seen in over a decade. What a reunion! Some of these wonderful people have opened new vistas for me, by inviting me to paint from their properties in east Texas. I have already been introduced to a plethora of landscapes and rustic architecture–subjects that touch me at my core.
Being away from the job for a few days also provided quality space to think, to ponder. I have plenty going on in my life right now, and thankfully the next festival does not occur for two weeks (Bob Phillips Texas Country Reporter, on the Waxahachie town square). I am pondering an invitation to participate in a festival in Mineola in November, and am intrigued at an invitation to explore areas in Crockett, Texas next weekend. I’m glad the temperatures are finally cooling. I woke up to two consecutive mornings in the low fifties during the festival, and our forecast calls for falling temperatures tonight. That’s one of the reasons I’m in the garage tonight with the door open. I love watercoloring, wrapped in a quiet suburban night, and like it even better when it is not hot and muggy.
Thanks for reading. More tomorrow, I promise.