Here we are in a small savanna. Summer is waning and the flowers are giving us a last, muted hurrah. With this painting I built up thick layers of paint, which is delicious because then the colors sort of mush together and blend in interesting ways. When I was out in the field looking for something to paint I was struck by how these plants had formed a line. It made me think of the children in the neighborhood, lining up and heading back to the classroom right about now.
I’ve been wrestling with some conflict in my life lately and I’ve come to a conclusion this morning. I joined an art group a few months ago and sadly, it is being run by some bullies. I’ve been asked to stay by some of the members who are lovely people. Every time I’ve thought about it though, I find my stomach clenched and my heart starts to race. Surely, I’ve said to myself, I can get past a few bullies? Well, perhaps I could. But it seems to me that some groups attract drama, and that is completely nonconducive to my main purpose, which is to make art. I want to please the people who think I should “suck it up” (their words) and soldier through, but my gut is insisting that that isn’t the right path for me. Not for me the meetings and policies and security cameras and intrigue. No. I am an artist, not a committee member. I shall leave and if I lose some friendships over it, then so be it. I must, finally, choose my own direction, not the one others would lay out for me. I guess we all have lessons we have to learn, sooner or later!