Over the past week,
we’ve roamed the Southwest US . . .
from Taos and Santa Fe, New Mexico
to Monument Valley, Utah
through Flagstaff, Arizona and the deserts of California.
I’ve spent a few days circling with friends, old and new,
rediscovering my sense of “play”.
I’ve over-indulged my photographic
obsession with doorways and windows.
And seen more stars in the night sky
than I EVER knew existed!
Even piles of rubble are made beautiful
in the hands of local southwestern artists.
My “well of inspiration” is running over . . .
I may burst!
I’ve seen such diverse beauty.
Sacred and profound and quiet and simple.
I’ve hardly had time to “process” or capture my thoughts,
but I may not stop painting or writing for months
– okay, maybe NEVER!
The “big sky” country is incredibly gorgeous.
The hues – so deep and rich.
The architecture and decor – so magical.
Even the food is color-full and spicy-delish!
Icons are everywhere – appearing in art and on buildings.
Around every bend, more beauty, more embellishment.
Overhead – underfoot.
Textures, both velvety and rough.
A single art journal spread
is all that I’ve worked on during my trip,
as I focused on gathering inspiration and beauty.
Here’s the same page AFTER 20 fellow retreat
goers added their mark to the page!
I’m aching to get back in the studio!
So that’s happening NOW!