Thursday, September 17, 2015
September sun lights up a sapphire blue sky, day after day. Grass is still green, even greener in places as if each blade wants to show off its best color before it succumbs to dormancy later in the fall. Children have given up vacation and are back in school, their buses rumbling down the streets of our city in morning and afternoon. Things have settled into a new routine that comes with the close of one season and the premier of another.
Painting is somewhat seasonal for me also, and this month I am fortunate to have my River People series of verse and watercolors displayed here in my city, all 20-some pieces exhibited in the Grace Episcopal Church at 315 Wayne Street, Sandusky. It is a privilege and a joy to have others view them.
The image to the left is called "Magician". The verse tells of a native Yup'ik lad who was busy with the July dust, inches deep, in his village. He was literally covered in it, and happy as could be to throw it everywhere. He was making a golden moment out of playing in the dirt, a magical bit of childhood for me to paint. If only we adults could, rather than mourn the little time we seem to have because we have so busied ourselves with the truly unimportant tasks we undertake to prove our worth, just fling dirt, or sing songs aloud, or even have a good belly laugh more often, maybe we could make magic, too.
At least that is what I think tonight, as I peek out at the moon through my cottage door. Go play in the dirt and see how it frees you.