After yesterday’s angst, I needed a day to just be, and it turned out to be perfect weather for just such a day. After visiting in Cardigan and seeing some of the growing art scene there with a new artist friend, we drove up the coast to take in the views. It was a clear, blue sky, sunny and bright, illuminating the water and the hillsides into vibrant greens, blues and teals.
I spent the afternoon creating studies of the coast as well as the small objects I picked up in my wanderings yesterday, later stopping to make soup from the garden vegetables I harvested and jam from the blackberries and damsons I foraged.
I can feel the cloud lifting and the wheels beginning to turn in my head as I develop this emerging body of work. I feel myself engaging with the landscape in a way I do not normally get to, in that I get to fully immerse in every capacity, from walking through it to getting the dirt under my fingernails to making my daily food from it.
This is such a different life than the one I am used to living. I don’t have a car, and there is no bus or train, so I have to think ahead to what I need and how I will make do. Everything is intentional. Even the act of making the soup and the jam feels like a bit of art to me, as if it too is part of my creative process. Perhaps art and life will blend together through this experience, and I will feel less bifurcated and pulled in a million directions on a daily basis.