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The Gift

November 5, 2014
Quick Watercolor Sketch Among Friends

Quick Watercolor Sketch Among Friends

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.

Carl Sandburg

After days of continuous teaching and grading, I determined to lay the papers aside and take only my art supplies to the Trinity Arts Guild this evening where it is my Wednesday night custom to “gallery sit” as a volunteer.  Over the past few months of Wednesday nights I have experienced only one evening in the company of another artist.  Expecting to be alone tonight, I nevertheless was determined not to grade papers, but to practice some watercolor still life sketching.  Just as I was getting out my supplies, another artist appeared.  Then another.  Then another.  The next thing I knew, a merry quartet of kindred spirits had gatthered to make art, talk, laugh, and have the time of their lives.  I could only think of the warmth I’ve always known from the Carl Sandburg quote about how a poem can elicit that feeling of “the opening and closing of a door.”  After three hours, the moment passed and the open door closed once again, but I will never forget this night and the words exchanged among friends who live for these moments of relaxing and making art.  I couldn’t have planned a better, more perfect evening if I’d tried.

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I paint in order to remember.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.