Into the Night . . .

Gallery at Redlands Friday Night

Too long have I longed and looked into the distance. Too long have I belonged to loneliness; thus I have forgotten how to be silent. Mouth have I become through and through, and the roaring of a stream from towering cliffs: I want to plunge my speech down into the valleys. Let the river of my love plunge where there is no way! How could a river fail to find its way to the sea? Indeed, a lake is within me, solitary and self-sufficient; but the river of my love carries it along, down to the sea.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Wow, what a passage to read while sitting alone in a gallery on a Friday night! I had to take a break from the university grading (just read a remarkable essay from one Humanities student discussing Achilles and Odysseus from Homer along with the escaping prisoner from Plato’s Allegory of the Cave–truly enriching! I just had to stop and pour another cup of coffee!).

Lecturing on Nietzsche recently has been so rewarding for me as I encounter a growing number of intellectually hungry and curious young minds at Texas Wesleyan University. And the words quoted above remind me so much of those dark years in the 1980s and 1990s when I felt that no one, absolutely no one out there was listening to what I was trying to say. Though lacking the elegance of Nietzsche’s pen, I nevertheless screamed out countless pages of script night after night in my personal journals, to be read by no one, or even cared by no one. Never in my wildest imaginings could I have conjured up settings that I have enjoyed for years now such as this one tonight. Classic hotel, the sounds of guests and diners in and out of the lobby, doors opening and closing, traffic outside, and cool winds now drafting through the gallery when an outside door stays open more than a few seconds (temperatures are expected to reach down to the fifties tonight–let them come, please!).

I am happy that after all these years, I have finally found a niche that fits. Retired (sort of). Artist. Gallerist. Professor. Very, very happy in my efforts. Tomorrow will be our monthly Art Walk from 10-3:00. I am having a change of venue, and will this time set up my watercolor easel at Wells Creek Crossing, down the hill in Old Town Palestine. There will be heavy traffic down there, and I invite that. And I will be painting indoors in an air-conditioned establishment. We set up my display and easel this afternoon at closing time. Carol Moore plans to report to The Gallery at Redlands at 9:45, and I should be in place at Wells Creek Crossing promptly at 10:00. If you are in the area, I’d love to talk with you. Come by and see us!

Display at Wells Creek Crossing
305 E. Crawford Street, Palestine, Texas

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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