I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "Ulysses"
I'm going to have to give this watercolor a rest after spending most of the afternoon hours chipping away at it.
Friday morning in The Gallery at Redlands witnessed quite a stream of visitors passing through. As lunch time neared, the space grew quiet, and as soon as the sharpened point of my pencil skated across the watercolor surface, I felt my breathing change. Tennyson's poem has soothed me during this past week of frenetic engagements. Despite occasional frustration at the pace, I fall upon this poem for solace--I'm truly gladdened to know I still have energy, strength and enthusiasm to pursue the artist's life and live the dream.
I've succeeded in pushing this Sacred Heart Church painting considerably further down the path, and also managed to go through our Gallery inventory to select new work to hang in Studio 48 (the new chapter of Show Me the Monet Art Gallery in Arlington). I'm planning on hanging the new work sometime Monday afternoon. For the time being, I've been offered an additional fourteen feet of wall space in addition to what I hung last week.
Studio 48 will host a new reception April 20 from 6-8:00, and I'm looking forward to re-uniting with friends I haven't seen in awhile.
Thanks for reading.
