It is a matter of time before I retire from teaching; sometimes I think soon isn't soon enough. I work a high stress job, and though I love it, I know it and wears me out and keeps me from doing other things that I want to do before my end. I suspect though some of the things will be done for love, some will also have to be done for money, and I wonder if I am interesting enough to make a side living on my writing - my words are simple, though my thoughts can be quite complex and are difficult to sort.
I write from my heart.
I am here for one more day before I fly home. Though I love spending time with my family, I miss my home, studio, garden, friends, and most of all, my husband. As soon as I get home I will be hitting the studio as I plan on sharing a booth with author friend Heather Rolland, who will be selling her two books - the settings of which take place in the Hudson Valley. I will be selling my cards and small pieces of art. It's been a while since I have done a show, so I figure it is a good time to be putting myself out in the public eye.
Photos taken by my old cell phone of a very dank day coming back from Andes on Route 28 near Mt. Tremper where I lived when I left #1. I have a sketched out small study that I want to paint of the one with the three cabins. It sums up the soggy mood of a time in my past. I had to clean them off my phone as Megan has a Droid and she gave me her old LG which has a pull out keyboard and video capacities. Much nicer than my basic LG. Life IS good!
NY here I come!