Witnessing the Dawn Breaking
We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake…by an infinite expectation of the dawn
Henry David Thoreau, Walden
The Good Friday school holiday is already a blessing to me. After three weeks of a one-man-show bundled with gathering tax data, filing my tax return, gathering retirement information and filing my papers with the Teacher Retirement System of Texas, I was finally able to leave the city behind yesterday afternoon and sleep last night in my favorite place, that I refer to as Heidegger’s Hut–a restored country store & residence in a remote area of Texas. I crashed at 9:00 last night, totally exhausted, and rose while it was still dark. When the dawn broke, I went out on the porch to sit and listen as the birds sang in worship to Aurora as he lit up the eastern sky.
By the time it was light enough to record my thoughts in my journal, the upper-fifty degree temperatures proved a little too cool for me since I didn’t think to bring a jacket, so I moved inside the store to my favorite little corner next to the windows. For the past 48 hours, thoughts have been tumbling about in my mind, and now that I have actually filed my retirement papers, an entire new range of emotions are surging through me, and I’m glad I had this space in my calendar to get out of town and enjoy the quiet respite of the country for awhile.
Thanks for reading.
Recollections 54 The Art of David Tripp 
April 14, 2017 at 4:32 pm |
By coincidence we were up before dawn this morning for an extended walk. Generally I try to avoid exercise, as they say; whenever I feel like exercise, I lie down till the feeling passes off. But my wife must have a shoulder operation in the next couple of months, and I feel obliged to help improve her cardiac function. Nevertheless dawn perambulations seem to be good for the soul and a lovely way to start the day. I look forward to your future blogs and to see how retirement suits you. My supposed retirement about eighteen months ago Leaves me even busier than before.
It was fascinating watching your exhibition progress.
Which is more important for an artist, do you think; to expose their work on the internet, or to frame it in a gallery exhibition? There is no doubt that for art to be relevant it must be seen, preferably in context so that the observer can connect both with their own experience, and see the artists connection with antecedents personal and historical.
Have a wonderful Easter time.
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April 14, 2017 at 8:10 pm |
Thank you for responding, Tony. I’m glad you took that walk-around reminder of what I’ve neglected. And thanks for following my show. Honestly, I prefer that people see my actual work, but I’m grateful that this digital age has put my images out there for those far away that remain interested. I sold a few online during the show, so I’m obviously happy.
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April 14, 2017 at 8:56 pm |
may the road rise with you and the wind be always at your back. Best wishes on your retirement.
Holly
angel in the dust
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April 14, 2017 at 7:59 pm |
What a sweet thing to write, thank you Angel!
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