Friday, June 01, 2007
Remember when you were a kid and there were monsters under your bed? You had to jump in from three feet out in case they grabbed you by the ankles and dragged you under. Well I have monsters under my front steps to the house.
The Muscovy ducks, Buddy and B.D. love to sit under there for hours, their own private camp. Muscovy ducks are quackless and make a strange hissing sound that is quite disconcerting for those who don't know them. It almost sounds like a large dog panting heavily. When someone walks up the steps to the house, they hear this strange noise from under their feet and come scurrying up half afraid of just what will be under there.
Here I have captured one of the 'monsters', Buddy, lying in wait.
Its the time of year at work and home which leaves me breathless in the speed at which it hurtles forward. Meetings, presentations, the farm, life in general never let me have enough hours in the day to do the things I really want to do which is drawing.
This week my drawing has been sadly neglected while I take care of other things. I'm smoothing the path towards some goals that I made back in January and some things are coming together. I was asked to sit on the Executive of the provincial Art Association and accepted and started the process in motion last night. Like most volunteer based organizations, there are hurdles to be jumped and a herd of ideas roam in my head for ways to enhance services for the organization and for those it serves - the artists of the province.
Being on 'the inside' allows me access to the vast network of people and resources for the arts and helps network. I can continue to build my portfolio, participate in shows and enable others to influence and help me in my journey. Workshops and information flow freely and it will be good to be back in the heart of the arts community.
I am also working on some teaching possibilities, summer art camps or workshops perhaps and some more regular teaching in the fall for an online course. As with most artists my dream would be to let art make me self sufficient. As with all things, this takes a large amount of blood, sweat and tears, as well as a plan. At last my plan is starting to come together.