The Art Of A People

-Is A True Mirror To Their Minds.
                            Jawaharial Nehru

               Art explodes in the sunshine of the summer months. ( I think we are still in spring? but in my heart it is summer!)
              Farmers markets show their bounty, festivals burst at the seams, and I pick up a paint brush.  In the winter I draw out what I will paint in the summer. I can not even try and explain it, my very being, is much like the tides. Moon phases, weather patterns?? I paint in summer. The paper the brushes, the squeezed out tubes, I love the process as much as the final product.
            In the dim winter light, I just don't feel the juices flowing. I may felt, or play with textiles, but honestly, I just read. Yes I still read in the summer, but winter is my storing up months of reading. I may have been known to read 3 to 4 books a week, Its Winter!!! I am cold!! I have to read. BUT come summer...it is all about the paint. Watercolors love the summer, the water and paints seem to create on their own, I just happen to be holding the brush. Pastels adhere to the paper better, and cause me to pause at the ease of this medium. I think this year, I may even try my hand at oils. The thickness of the paint, or the ability to make broad strokes and see them, excites me to my core!!
          Just in the last two weeks, I have gone to this one antique store, looking way to long, at these watch faces. YES, not watches, just several containers of watch faces. I think they are calling me, and I don't know what to do with them. Wonder whose wrist they have been on, and who collected all of these? Summer wakes up my imagination and these worn out, worthless watch faces.( I will keep you posted!) ( They have a story to tell!) 
         I hope you find the time, to create. In the yard, in the kitchen, on the canvas, through the lens, daily devotions to catching the big fish, let the light pull you to create. Go to concerts, new restaurants, fresh tomato sandwich! Summer is delicious, and so beautifully busy.
       Chihuly is here in Atlanta, Basquiat at the High, Braves in the outfield, fresh cut grass smells all over the place, it is a wonderful time of the year. If you look closely in your town or city, there is so much waiting for you, explore. Weddings are a constant in June, Fireworks in July and Hot August Days, look for some water.
     I think we are still in May, you know I don't pay to much attention to the actual calendar, but the sunshine and tides!! that I know personally. I feel it, I hear it, I taste it, the art of the people in summer.
     Grief lives with me, but it takes a backseat this time of year.
     Happy Mothers Day to all who mother!
     Create something fantastic, I know you will.