Teachers who offer you the ultimate answers do not possess the ultimate answers, for if they did, they would know that the ultimate answers cannot be given, they can only be received.
Tom Robbins
Jitterbug Perfume
I have just returned from a trip to Texas visiting family and friends. It was a great change from everyday life and I loved seeing everyone again and finding out how well everyone is doing for themselves. I did far more shopping on this trip than I have done cumulatively in the last five years and it was surprisingly productive and enjoyable. Not surprisingly, I included a trip to Barnes and Noble to pick up a couple books by Tom Robbins which I have been itching to read again. I am immersed in Jitterbug Perfume with it’s mysterious beet deliveries, magical scents, quests for self determination, and visits to a shop I know I passed time in when I lived in the French Quarter. I can smell it.
So while my body has returned from vacation, my head is lingering in fantasy and I am struggling to find my way back to work in the studio. I must work on my website and promotional pieces, repair a painting which was torn at my last festival, and, of course, begin my next painting. Peggy’s Peppers sold before it left the easel and was given as a gift to Peggy herself. Something funny in that for me, her peppers given to me, too pretty to just eat, painted larger than life, titled Peggy’s Peppers, purchased by her husband and given to her. Or is it given back? It’s also odd to be thanked for a gift I did not give myself, but rather feel I initially and then ultimately received.
My next painting will be another big eyed girl, perhaps with some visible influence from the heady beet-filled world of Jitterbug Perfume.
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