Here I am in my new studio, with just a tiny sampling of my work behind me!
The physical transition was completed with my arrival in San Mateo last Saturday at 4 pm.
I can’t even begin to describe the beauty I witnessed while crossing Utah and Nevada on I-80: the colors of rock, the shades of tan, the raw umbers, burnt siennas– I finally realized where Crayola got the names for some of the crayons that I used from my 64-color box.
The mountain peaks reaching up to scrape snow or rain out of the clouds, or was it the clouds leaning down to be scratched like Baloo the bear in Jungle Book?
The clouds hovering over the Great Salt Lake, the snow draped peaks with the deep blue-green of the tree lines in a band of color below, while the spring-yellow slope that rose to meet the tawny border that separates them all like the fancy parfait treats made by my mother.
The perspective I learned in art class in Junior High was demonstrated with the long road to infinity stretched ahead.
Towns every two hours apart, a family friend to visit in Reno, the foggy, snowy Sierras which gave way instantly to SPRING! The bright orange of California poppies and the white bobbing heads of jonquils on springy green stems.
I didn’t come close to hearing everything I’d planned to hear from my iPod, but instead kept repeating tracks over and over to sing with Holly Near, Sandy and Pat of Emma’s Revolution, Jim Croce and more.
So now I am here, learning my way around, correcting forwarding errors at the post-office, finishing the fiscal transitions and sitting on my back porch, watching the planes in their final approach across the Bay to SFO.