Cannon Beach is like a dream where everybody smiles and knows my name. I'm serious, it's so lovely to visit. When I saw Haystack Rock my heart did a little flutter.
I've mentioned before that a gift basket tells a lot about a gallery. I think it's a karma thing. The second I walked into my pink room at The Waves, I wanted to be in the Heritage Gallery team.
It had a rainy beach comfort theme. Thick cozy orange socks (that I wanted to wear to the gallery but held myself back), tea and mug, burtsbee's chapstick, and chocolate in a lovely little seawood box. Loved it!
First thing in the morning I dragged Mavis out onto the beach for a walk. She wasn't sure it was a good idea but I enjoyed talking and walking with her.
My two days in the gallery were filled with lots of happy, warm feelings. I got to see old friends and make new ones. That's the best part. I forget when I've been working so hard by myself in the studio that there is a whole other beautiful side to my job. It's the opportunity to connect with people on a level that just isn't as accesible through other everyday interactions. It's like meeting someone from somewhere else and even without words, I know they understand what I understand, or they feel what I feel.
2 comments:
i think this is the gallery i wondered past and your paintings caught my eye... i meandered in and sat in awe.
when my husband finally found me justin mentioned he had met you and enjoyed your husbands photo classes. and since then i have been one jealous girl.
i can't wait to learn about and from you at spark.
It was great seeing you again. I hope that the rest of the show went well.
Let me know if you have an inkling to paint children again. I have a very cute one in mind. :)
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