Goes to the Beach
Here’s my annual piece of recklessness.
I am poised to turn sixty.
59th birthday. That was last year.
Poised? That makes it sound elegant and uncomplicated, which would be untrue.
Don’t get me wrong. I am exceedingly grateful to be a privileged, healthful artist, creativity coach and art therapist, with wonderful people and opportunities in my life. Yeah.
On the other hand, if you are a young sprite of ooo 37, or 51, even, there are quirks, aches and creaky crevices of the sixty year old’s mind, body and circumstance that you haven’t even dreamed of. Nor do you need to. That’s my oblique grumble for now.
At nearly sixty, I am ready to share with you my fabulous afternoon of a year ago.
The Nest of the Sacred Egret – what can this mean?
I enthusiastically upheld my own recent tradition of random, spontaneous, organic and focussed outdoor art-making. The tradition involves an I-don’t-care-what-anyone-else-thinks-of-me attitude, which is refreshing for one who was an acutely shy teenager.
Bodily echoing the shape of the sculpture. Yes. Definitely Crazy Art Lady stuff.
I loved making this sculpture.
Driftwood and seaweed and
Crazy Art Lady at Play
It truly was a case of
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