Good Morning, Come On In!

Standing in the Doorway to The Gallery at Redlands

. . . like the moon, so life surely has a side that is constantly turned away from us, and that is not its opposite but its completion to perfection, to plenitude, to the real, whole, and full sphere and globe of being.

Rainer Maria Rilke, letter written January 6, 1923

Entering the Gallery at 9 this morning, I felt there was something special in the air. Sitting down to read, I wasn’t disappointed. Rilke’s letter has filled me with an indescribable emotion. A few weeks ago, life shifted yet again for me when I accepted this university contract and immediately found myself inundated with students, emails, deadlines, etc. with the opening of a new semester of study. My daily reading was already a reality, just different texts of ethics, philosophy, literature etc. have come across my study desk. College drives most of my life Monday through Wednesday; then Thursday arrives with the Gallery and surrounding of an artist community. When I read Rilke I thought “Of course. Two sides to the moon. And they complete one another.”

Friday Morning Journaling
Today’s Journaling

Some time ago, I decided that I wanted my journal to contain more than scribbled thoughts. I already keep separate sketchbooks for watercoloring and drawing. But for my journal I decided I want each morning’s “marker” for the day’s scribblings to serve as a divider, or title page for quicker reference. This has given me an excuse to return to collaging. I have photocopied and printed scores of my earlier sketches to tear out, cut out, and paste into my journal pages when I feel too rushed to slow down and draw something. But I still draw in the journal as well. It keeps me guessing. Above I’ve posted photos of yesterday and this morning’s journal pages.

Started this 8 x 10″ last night. Will probably finish and frame sometime today

Late yesterday afternoon while drafting next week’s lectures on my laptop, the setting sun lanced my desk top, making it impossible for me to look into the screen of my laptop for about thirty minutes. I moved over to the drafting table and began an 8 x 10″ watercolor of yet another Cerra Pedernal from Abiquii, New Mexico. Georgia O’Keeffe said if she painted it enough times, God would have to give it to her. I’m beginning to wonder if I will wake up one day to find this mesa planted outside my own window. A few years ago, I painted it eleven times during a week that I stayed in Abiquii. Since those days, I have ached to return. Hence, I keep painting my memories of that place.

Warm Remembrance of Riding Andante

. . . and speaking of memories, exactly one week ago, at about this time, I climbed on to Andante and road this magnificent horse around the Key Equestrian Center in Lubbock, Texas. Thank you, Sandi. Looking at the picture this morning (as I have every morning since), I decided to post him as a parting shot on today’s blog.

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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