“What we need to question is bricks, concrete, glass, our table manners, our utensils, our tools, the way we spend our time , our rhythms. TO QUESTION THAT WHICH SEEMS TO HAVE CEASED FOREVER TO ASTONISH US. We live, true, we breathe,true, we walk, we open doors, we go down staircases, we sit at a table in order to eat, we lie down on a bed on order to sleep. How? Why? Where? When? WHY???
I love this quote . As I sit here in the early morning , summoning up my energy to get on with day number 3 of this Winterim Session I’m teaching at Edgewood College I reflect on the irony of my situation. I am teaching others to see, to question, to pay attention to the most insignificant things, and to find the beauty in them,you know, being the crazy art teacher to non-art students. This Winterim thing is a marathon, art class on steroids, intense, exhausting , fun, and A JOB! I find that my ability to question anything by the time I get home is non-existent. A glass, (or two) of wine, some dinner , though appreciated, is taken like medicine…. to revitalize not to savor. An hour or two , relaxing, and I find I’m ready to sketch for a little while before bed and sleep and now,here I am. Not feeling very aware, artistic, appreciative of , ANYTHING , right now . I do have an early morning public television show on painting watercolors on TV while I write and I do get a “tingle” of excitement as the artist applies colors and imagery to the paper. There I am, I’m not gone yet ….. I still have it in me to appreciate a patch of a subtle green, a beautiful line, a crisp edge left by the masking fluid. I’m still here and in a couple hours I’ll be “there” , at school , doing it all over again. And, I LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF IT!!