In creating artwork, I allow myself to fall deep into my attachment to the natural world. Exploring nature, especially the beach and the forest, makes me feel small. Small in a good way. Like one speck of sand on a warm beach or one leaf on an old oak tree. The subjects of my artwork inspire me to live my life now. Not in retirement, not next season, but now. And on my own terms. I find strength in creating art about trees. I find love in creating art about the ocean. I find freedom in creating art about the flag. I find hope in creating art about a birdhouse. Creating art enables me to share myself. The earth is over 4 billion years old, so relatively speaking, my life here is rather short. Surrounding myself with art and nature makes me question the meaning of it all.
How much time today did I spend doing something that makes me happy.
Who do I nurture and cherish.
Who depends on me.
Do I say, “I Love You” enough to the people I hold dear.
What will I reminisce on my 90th birthday.
How much of myself did I give to something unimportant.