Life Adjustments

I grew up by the beach but live in the desert, of course I would rather live at the beach, but I don't, so I stopped whining a few years ago. When you first move to the desert your in total physical and mental shock but after you adjust to the dry arid climate, and realize that for the first time in your life your dogs are not being eaten by fleas, you grow to like it much more.

The NV desert is a lot like a beach on steroids- if you poke around and leave the main paths you can find an incredible amount of “floatsom”. Rusty metals of all shapes and sizes, aged weathered wood, beautiful stones polished by blowing sand. It's easy to find inspiration for my artwork in the desert, each time the wind blows something else is revealed.

I'm always amazed at how many talented people manage to make art everyday or at least write about making art in some fantastically beautiful and original art journal. Not me - I plan, pin and gather objects but when I walk into my art studio the distractions seem to be endless and IF  I have an artists muse she is napping behind a pile of small wooden boxes in the closet this last year.

I feel like I want to be constantly doing something totally different - watercolors, metal embossing, sewing maybe who knows????  Why is it that even when we find THE thing that makes us HAPPY TO DO we manage to find ways to avoid that very thing.  

I suspect that the creative soul is always searching for just a little bit more, afraid of becoming stale perhaps?