Thus, the lived experience of the length of a year changes radically throughout our life. A year that to a five-year-old constitutes a full fifth of his existence must seem much longer than when it will constitute a mere twentieth or thirtieth of his time on earth. We all know how the years revolve quicker and quicker as we get older, until, with the approach of old age, they slow down again because we begin to measure them against the psychologically and somatically anticipated date of our departure.
Hannah Arendt, The Life of the Mind
Well . . . all I can say in response to Hannah Arendt is that 2013 is a blur to me. I wish I could believe that that is a sign that I have of many more years to live. To me, the calendar year has not slowed down since my twenties. Perhaps I will feel anxiety in the event that my years begin slowing down! Oh well, I choose not to dwell on that today.
I wish I had something more profound to offer my readers this New Year’s Eve, as I have read so many extraordinary blog posts today capping the old year and opening the new. I have given this day to reading, journaling, cooking and house-tidying. And I have begun another 8 x 10″ watercolor of the historic district in Hermann, Missouri. I have wanted to visit this German town ever since I read William Least Heat-Moon’s River-Horse. Throughout the recent years, patrons have visited my booth during art festivals and asked me if I had any paintings from Hermann, Missouri. The answer was always No, because I had never visited the place. This Christmas, I included Hermann in my Missouri visitations. The winter day was extremely cold, but the sun was bright, the 10:00 a.m. hour was perfect for shadows and light, and I took over forty photos. This watercolor sketch is my first attempt, and so far I like what is emerging. Hence, I am fulfilling my #1 Resolution for 2014 to paint my way into the new year.
I cannot express to readers visiting and commenting on my site how grateful I am for all the encouragement you have provided. Makng art is a solitary enterprise, but blogging has definitely taken away any semblance of loneliness from this venture. Thank you for that. I wish you a fabulous 2014. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll begin sharing Resolutions.
Thanks always for reading. I wish you a fulfilling night of anticipation.
I paint in order to remember.
I journal when I feel alone.
I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.