It’s already mid March and I think I’ve spent most of the start of this year just trying to stay afloat, barely able to keep up with my day to day obligations. I have to admit that most days have felt like gasping-for-air days where I just can’t get everything done. Work has been very demanding and everything seems to have taken a back seat to work, which I am not happy about. I blame this inability to be my usual creative self, and get to my projects, on the incessant cold, winter weather. Of course, having been sick a few times hasn’t helped. The cold has been especially unyielding and my creative self has lay dormant, dreaming of warm weather, bike rides and painting outside.
But enough is enough.
This morning I received an email from friends in Toronto that the wheels I ordered for my new road bike were in and they were being shipped to me. That made my day. I also managed to get my first painting nearly completed for my joint artshow in June, with my friend and namesake, Andrea. What a proud accomplishment despite my fatigue and general disinterest in anything these days. And I’m happy with this new painting. Really happy with it. Mostly because I have been able to sink my teeth into the general theme: Journey. I decided to focus on telling the story of my own journey and paint dream-like art. These pieces will all be based on events that have importance to me and have shaped me. I will also include people in my life who have made an impression on me and who have helped shape me, whether they realize it or not. I’m really excited about this series.
Pictured here is my nearly completed painting “The Equestrian”.
This week marks the beginning of Spring (hard to tell with all that snow still on the ground) and with it growth, renewal and new life. I’m excited for the upcoming season and all the new things on my event calendar. I’ve made some new friends this year and am excited to get to know them better. My third year students all start their coop placement tomorrow and the halls will be a little empty without them. I’m not going to lie, I always feel a little sad when a batch of students finally leave the school nest. But I am also happy to see them off, finally making their mark on the (creative) world. I’m also happy to have a slightly more liberated teaching schedule now and a little more time for myself. I look forward to a leisurely coffee tomorrow morning as I plan the week ahead, my creative self rubbing the sleep from its eyes and finally awake.