We were surrounded by numerous whales, you could not turn a new direction without seeing one spouting or riding the waves. Catching this one fluking was incredible, alas for a proper camera! It feels like forever and just yesterday since that last post. All my spare time is spent building on my home so there has been little room for art in my life. I like to think of my home as a giant art project and that keeps my guilt away. But I have to say that the feel of pencil on paper is not replaceable for me. The texture, the sound, the feel of light through the window at my drawing table. It is so much a part of me that this long break has been like a slow withering of my own soul. Or more like dormancy. But this season has come to an end. I have done small drawings and projects for people but nothing as grand as my Mom's picture. I also must note that I have kept the promise to see the whales up close and I feel that my mother was with me the whole way, with a shit eating grin on her face! And I will keep going back to see them as often as I can, nature is the only place I can truly heal.
Which leads me to my new project. First I must say that for the most part I feel my art reaches no one at all, which is depressing I guess, but also, I mostly draw for myself, so if I am happy with my work and no one ever sees it, then I am still happy. Weird I know. I have done many things, displayed at coffee shops, art fairs, art contests, saturday market, cool alternative shops and the like. I have sold some work from these sources but not much. Sometimes I feel like people look and love and move on to the next thing, forgetting me entirely.
But I have been proven wrong in the most wonderful way.
I received an email recently from a lady who bought one of my cards when I had my work at an alternative shop. This was close to ten years ago! She still has that card framed. She still loves my work. She wants me to decorate her shaman drum for her. I can only be flattered and honored at this request! And of course I said yes!
The things we put out there do eventually come back to us. I had my art at that shop while I lived in Salem, longing to live and start building my home on the coast. I had approached a local drum maker about my work being used, at one point many years ago, but was turned away. Now that I am on the coast and working on my dream, I have toyed with the idea of changing my medium or at least experimenting somewhat. And out of the singing ether that we move through daily, planting our dreams and hopes, comes the call back to me, like an echo of a shout I made long ago. Proof of things I hold most dear, in a time when I need it most.
So my new beginning begins, to work on a project that will take some deep creativity and possibly give me a new direction for my art, or at least new inspirational direction. The current has shifted and I feel the wind start to fill my sail, all I have to do is cast off and surrender, most joyously, to a new adventure.
Blessings,
Leila
Which leads me to my new project. First I must say that for the most part I feel my art reaches no one at all, which is depressing I guess, but also, I mostly draw for myself, so if I am happy with my work and no one ever sees it, then I am still happy. Weird I know. I have done many things, displayed at coffee shops, art fairs, art contests, saturday market, cool alternative shops and the like. I have sold some work from these sources but not much. Sometimes I feel like people look and love and move on to the next thing, forgetting me entirely.
But I have been proven wrong in the most wonderful way.
I received an email recently from a lady who bought one of my cards when I had my work at an alternative shop. This was close to ten years ago! She still has that card framed. She still loves my work. She wants me to decorate her shaman drum for her. I can only be flattered and honored at this request! And of course I said yes!
The things we put out there do eventually come back to us. I had my art at that shop while I lived in Salem, longing to live and start building my home on the coast. I had approached a local drum maker about my work being used, at one point many years ago, but was turned away. Now that I am on the coast and working on my dream, I have toyed with the idea of changing my medium or at least experimenting somewhat. And out of the singing ether that we move through daily, planting our dreams and hopes, comes the call back to me, like an echo of a shout I made long ago. Proof of things I hold most dear, in a time when I need it most.
So my new beginning begins, to work on a project that will take some deep creativity and possibly give me a new direction for my art, or at least new inspirational direction. The current has shifted and I feel the wind start to fill my sail, all I have to do is cast off and surrender, most joyously, to a new adventure.
Blessings,
Leila
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