Power Plant visible from where I stayed this summer on an island in the Laguna Madre
Assortment of Fire Wheels and other grasses on the island in the Laguna Madre
. . . it’s always been private occasions that make me feel connected to the joys and sorrrows of the world, often in the form of communion with writers and musicians I’ll never meet in person. Proust called these moments of unity between writer and reader “that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.”
Susan Cain, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking
Finally, I can relax, late this Sunday night. Today was an indoor art festival in Fort Worth, held at Stage West Theater. A Texas summer festival is delightful when held inside an air-conditioned venue. The theater space granted me was perfect for me to set up my work, and we were only open for three hours. Still, the loading in and out on the same day (only 97 degrees today) has ways of sapping my energy, and of course, the days leading up to festivals still after all these years have ways of rolling anxiety throughout my being.
But I’m happy with how things went. I’ve posted two of the plein air watercolors I did recently while at the Laguna Madre Field Station. They sold today, and I’m always happy when my art finds a home. I had the time of my life, visiting with patrons and fellow artists, and am much better for the time spent in such good company. It’s truly been a rewarding experience and I’m grateful to have been included in this event.
I’m happier still to find my calendar for the summer at an end–no more engagements booked before school begins in the fall. I am juiced to begin my next series of watercolor experiments without interruption, and overjoyed to have some quality reading time before me. The Susan Cain book I quoted above is overflowing my heart with joy as I read her affirmations concerning the introverted life I’ve known from my beginnings. How wonderful to read a book that extols the virtues of solitude when I feel that I am bombarded with media messages around the clock arguing for the merits of group think, collaborative learning (I’ve always struggled with this as a public school teacher), staying connected on social media, etc.
From my shelves I am pulling Anthony Storr’s Solitude: A Return to the Self, and I have borrowed a copy of William Powers’s Hamlet’s Blackberry: Building a Good Life in the Digital Age. These three literary works are speaking to me in the most profound way, and this gift of time and space has arrived at a perfect time, I feel. More than ever, I am eager to explore new horizons and learn new things as I pursue my art and ideas.
Thanks for reading.
I paint in order to learn.
I journal when I feel alone.
I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.