Yesterday was an immersion. I have very few photographs because I only snapped some just as the day began. Once the workshops was underway, I couldn’t even have told you my name, let alone emerge from my sub-conscious to think about observing and recording.
I was IN it.
above is Carrie setting up the tea station
I knew the class was going to be extraordinary because I had witnessed Flora’s class back in September at Squam, but knowing and being are two totally different things. Flora has a wealth of technique that is uniquely hers, as well as a philosophy and approach to making art that has a transformative effect on her students. Seriously, that’s what it’s like.
My little workstation was here (in photo below). This is what it looked like before I had paint pouring down the walls making puddles on the rags below.
Say hello to my new best friend: the spray bottle.
The conversations are easy and flowing, the connections true with lots of “me, too!” moments all over the place. At one point, a lovely woman named Mary just walked up to me and gave me the warmest, sweetest hug and said, “I’m so glad you’re here.”
*sniff* Talk amongst yourseles for a moment, m’kay?
After the workshop, Flora and I went to this coolio place called The Kenedy School where we soaked out doors in a beautiful pool– hot and steamy, surrounded by palms, but not a hot tub– actually a small swimming pool. Wild. And exactly what both of us needed. Soft lights in the pool turned the water blue-green. Soft lights in the trees gave a magical feel to the night. Dreamy and the perfect way to relax, revive and transition after a very intense day of art and emotion.
And now? Another full day ahead– I am truly open to whatever comes in terms of where my paintings go. I have already learned REAMS of information and technique I will be taking home to my studio to practice, play, practice and play all winter long, but I am curious to know what I will find today.
And, oddly, curious feels really good.