Discomfort with the chasm between this morning and my last post urges me to put out a few words as I push my way across east Texas. As soon as I closed out my last art festival, I knew what lay ahead–a series of four workshops and a major art festival. Coming off yesterday’s unforgettable workshop near Tyler, Texas, I’m now heading toward Cotter, Arkansas (the trout capital) with a heart overflowing in gratitude toward this weekend’s hosts. I had the time of my life at the one-day session, followed by an evening at the lake and one quick plein air attempt.
I can truly testify that I am living the dream, and thanks to all my precious friends back home, along with new ones on the road, I am not feeling like a wandering mendicant.