When you refer to an event as an annual one, doesn’t that imply repeat performances, like, again next year? That is my hope.
A substantial but modest cabin and a studio space with an exquisitely stained sink were home base for two weeks this past month. The studio sink, imbued with the perfect image of a messy paint brush, was a talismen as I found my way into a 14-day intensive studio practice. Painting, daily walks in the forest and on the beach, photography, some dancing and reading – my second annual residency at Centrum in Port Townsend, Washington.
During those two weeks I literally watched an early spring begin. Significantly more light each day, buds everywhere and finally daffodils and cherry blossoms. My own reawakening as well, I suppose.
Sunrise light shows.
Buds became blossoms.
Alluring sea grass, and stones.
Muddy boots and forest mysteries.
The stain in this studio sink delivers a resounding message to every visiting artist: make a mess and march on. Which I did.
Same time, next year.