If studio walls could talk... A memory rolls in like a gust of wind. I was in Rome for the first time decades ago at a church where they have relics on display. The relic was enclosed in a glass case and in it was a two foot piece of plain, heavy iron chain. It really struck me, why is this chain here alongside all the gilt and other religious ornamental relics? Without reading the plaque I realized chains keep things in, that’s obvious, but they also keep things out, not so obvious to me at that age. That is what I think of as having an art studio. It’s an enclosed space quite small, 20’ x 18’. It’s keeping in and out a lot of energy. It’s about boundaries and creating a safe haven.
What one may not realize is that when you dwell on the edge of the Pacific Ocean on the Oregon coast, the immense and powerful Pacific can be very loud. It sounds like being on an airport tarmac at times depending on the wind and the weather. With the ocean roar feelings can roll back in like a cold fog. It’s a dominate force yet when I close the double paned sliding glass door of the studio the big Pacific goes quiet. Then it’s a gentle sound that is peaceful and expansive. And my senses are in tune to what’s within me. That’s a different energy and it begins a new journey each time the door is closed. Journeys of colors and patterns and motion take place inside there Alongside all the other senses and the elements of nature. It’s my creative space and I need the privacy to access it for art work to emerge.
So what else about Rome? I do remember very vividly eating a whole ball of fresh mozzarella cheese in one sitting, it was delizioso!
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