Snow falling on Cedars

Early morning light on new snow outside my window...

Arghhh....another week of not getting to work much on my painting.  Lots of snow this week has created chaos at my house, late openings, delays, and missed buses....so instead all I have time for is my usual list of to do and must do and have to do ....work.

One bonus is snuggling beside the fire place in the evenings with a glass of wine after all the work is put away for one day (because it is never completely finished) :) Even during busy times I need to remind myself to slow and reflect on what is important in life and how to make a life meaning-ful instead of just full.

It is too easy to just look backward into memory instead of imprinting purposefully that which is important to one's spirit. I am not the same person I was as a child.  There are however, some core feelings that I try to recapture and nurture as an adult that somehow get squeezed out of us in the rush of business.

“Poets claim that we recapture for a moment the self that we were long ago when we enter some house or garden in which we used to live in our youth.  But these are most hazardous pilgrimages, which end as often in disappointment as in success.  It is in ourselves that we should rather seek to find those fixed places, contemporaneous with different years.”  Marcel Proust, In search of Lost Time, a french novel.

  

In this case, Proust was in search of time not just "lost" but, more forcefully "wasted".  I am trying to avoid this but it is so hard to do.  

One of my favorite painters that I like to keep an eye on is David Lloyd.  He has an amazing way of adding a poetic, time-less, sense of place-ness, to his interior spaces. That seem restful and untouched by the craziness of life.  Places where you want to sit and reflect on what is important.

DRAWING ROOM,  acrylic on canvas