|Snowy Tracks (Jan '13)|
I've spent the evening re-reading my previous posts. What was originally intended as a photography/artistic blog morphed suddenly into a catalog of one catastrophic blow after another. The world was becoming darker and despite my efforts to capture the beauty around me... my Muse withdrew.
|"End of the Tracks"|
In the last three years, I've still gone on my photographic expeditions - but less and less frequently. I've showered myself in tubs of beautiful and unique beads... and created some lovely jewelery. Most of my glittery stock sits quietly in a corner - wishing I would return to contemplate their colors and textures again. I've picked up a yarn addiction -- my husband despairs at the SIX giant totes of natural and funky (but manmade) fibers. I do spend a lot of time surrounded by my hooks and colorful skeins, but even that hasn't corralled my attention at suitable levels.
But now - I think it is the time to emerge from where I've been sequestered, and reach for the light of my Muse. I don't know if she'll take the form of photography, or written word, or painting, or sculpting, or beading, or crochet... or something entirely different. I do know, that I am happier and feel more "whole" when my Muse travels with me.
Times are still tough. My health is still fragile and unpredictable. My job is still unfulfilling. People I love keep dying. Politics continue to manifest in grotesque parodies of what they are supposed to be. Mean people still suck. But my Muse and I need to reconnect. And grow. And find that bliss that can only be found within one's self and through one's expression.
So... I'm back. Returned from the mist, like a mysterious and wearied traveler. Older, grayer, jaded and suspicious - but, perhaps also a little wiser, capable of compassion and sympathy, and genuinely searching for the meaning of "my" life and living it with purpose.
|"SAM" (Seattle Art Museum)|