Memories are like butterflies in a Zen garden
pen and ink and colored pencil
by
Sandra J. Pineault
Over a full year long ago I read and worked THE ARTIST'S WAY by Julia Cameron.
In the little New England town where we lived, an eclectic group of artists:
poet, author, painters, glass artist, gathered in an Artist's Circle.
A magic time, it did not last. I became ill with heart problems
and the glass artist with cancer. A poet could not work and I could
not paint.
Still we did do wonders together. I recall an evening dinner in a tent
deep in a sheep pasture sharing a "slow" meal over a fire while
lightning bugs lit the night. An exhibit we planned at our local library which
had offered us exhibit space based on illustrating our favorite poems, a great success.
Inspiration comes in all kinds of ways. It seems to be of one time, but
in reality, like the lightning bugs keeps on illuminating
our spirits.
In the little New England town where we lived, an eclectic group of artists:
poet, author, painters, glass artist, gathered in an Artist's Circle.
A magic time, it did not last. I became ill with heart problems
and the glass artist with cancer. A poet could not work and I could
not paint.
Still we did do wonders together. I recall an evening dinner in a tent
deep in a sheep pasture sharing a "slow" meal over a fire while
lightning bugs lit the night. An exhibit we planned at our local library which
had offered us exhibit space based on illustrating our favorite poems, a great success.
Inspiration comes in all kinds of ways. It seems to be of one time, but
in reality, like the lightning bugs keeps on illuminating
our spirits.
Love this! Reminds me of a lot of the great contemporary illustration work that I never seem to be able to get enough of.
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