Morning Thoughts From The Gallery at Redlands

as my eyes

search

the prairie

I feel the summer

in the spring

Chippewa song

Setting the alarm for 6 a.m., I hoped to step out onto the streets of downtown Palestine and feel a hint of cool in the air. I did. 75 degrees and breezy. I could tell the sun was coming up but the overcast skies signalled the possibility of rain and held the temperatures steady as I devoted the next 50 minutes to walking. I thought of the Chippewa song as I strolled, wondering how to fashion a quality poem about sensing the fall in the summer. I’ll work on that.

I’m glad to be in The Gallery at Redlands before 9 a.m. on a Sunday morning. I anticipate nothing happening on Sunday in downtown Palestine and have my sights set on a quality day of working on art projects along with the online Humanities course I’ll teach at the university beginning in a few weeks. [correction: a wonderful couple from San Antonio just checked out of the hotel, wandered into the gallery and purchased some art, their only Palestine souvenirs, though they rode the train. Lovely visit!]

Another reason for my gladness of setting up in the gallery this early is due to the wasted effort of reading anything of quality over breakfast upstairs. Because of my habit of eating too rapidly, I have discovered that if I read over a meal, I slow down considerably. However, this morning I chose to stare into my laptop instead of a real book, thinking I would find something worth digesting from the morning headlines. Big mistake. The negative headlines and commentary pouring off the screen proved as inspiring as watching the roiling waters of an open sewer flowing past me. Thousands of wasted words pouring out. I know we can be better than that.

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It has been a long time since I’ve spent a Sunday in Palestine. It’s likely that I’ll remain here till Wednesday at least. What I have found of value is the quiet and the space around me to create with very little distraction. Over the past two days I have worked on a variety of small art pieces in the midst of the periodic interruptions that come with working in a public space, all the while knowing I was building up to today’s Quiet. As I’ve worked, I’ve felt a warm connection with all my human ancestors who sought ways to carve out the images and ideas that shaped their lives. The older I get, the more I think about those who have done before what I’ve been trying to do throughout my life. I love the following meditation from our celebrated Kiowa author N. Scott Momaday:

Imagine: somewhere in the prehistoric distance a man holds up in his hand a crude instrument–a brand, perhaps, or something like a daub or a broom bearing pigment–and fixes the wonderful image in his mind’s eye to a wall or rock. In that instant is accomplished really and symbolically the advent of art. That man, apart from his remarkable creation, is all but impossible to recall, and yet he is there in our human parentage, deep in our racial memory. In our modern, sophisticated terms, he is primitive and preliterate, and in the long reach of time he is utterly without distinction, except: he draws.

Momaday, The Man Made of Words

Nearly completed 8 x 10″ watercolor. Once framed will offer it for $150

The connection I feel with artists who have passed before is quite strong this Sunday morning. I sense their affirmations as I pursue these tasks. Also, while working on my art, I am aware of what Stacy Campbell, also an artist in this gallery, is doing in her Bedford studio today. She has been awarded a plethora of commissions recently and is trying to fill all those orders before she begins teaching school in another week. So, Stacy, if you’re reading this, I send a shout out to you as well!

Thanks for reading.

I make art in order to discover.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself I am not alone.

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4 Responses to “Morning Thoughts From The Gallery at Redlands”

  1. Dian DArr Says:

    Loved your thoughts today! Have a happy Sunday!

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    • davidtripp Says:

      I am sorry it took so long to get back to you, Dian. Thank you always for reading me and wishing me the best. I cherish our friendship and cannot wait to find out what you are up to next!

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  2. Stacy Campbell Says:

    I did read, and as usual, you give us a wonderful glimpse into your private life that is as equally inspiring as it is thought provoking. I follow Patti Smith on Instagram to get a small glimpse into her world too, as she creates, it it makes me feel comfort to know that I am a simple human, just like other humans simultaneously drinking coffee, listening to music, writing, sketching, or painting… creating! I love this world. I love our friendship!

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    • davidtripp Says:

      What an inspiring response, thank you! Your words always resonate with me. I love reading comments from other artistic spirits about their environment as they engage in the creative Enterprise.

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