I left the beautiful comfortable state of California to come back east to be with my family. I was going off the asphalt! I didn’t know what off the asphalt really meant for me.
I am a self taught artist and the oldest of the group. I learned my art in California .My daughter and I trekked across the country to come home. It was awesome…the land we saw was beautiful but also stressful….so many cars, so many people.
When we finally arrived in Vermont…..the air was so fresh….the hills and mountains so green…flowers scented the air..animals everywhere. It was the merry month of May…
We sailed through the fall with all it’s color and smell of leaves and rain…..
Oh the rain…it’s smelled and the wind blew it around. And it felt good on my skin
December…first snow…so white and deep. Oh and cold…I forgot about that and mud season and grey skies and spring not wanting to come. I forgot about that too. But I was home with my family and the art I practiced for the past 20 years.
That next spring…COVID! Now we have fear, isolation, loneliness but I still have my family and my art. I talked with birds, and turkeys and deer, a few moose..the paintings were all depressing covid. Slowly it went away and we all came out…….took classes and went to art meetings at Artistree.
That fall of 2020 from an art class emerged a group of women that bonded with creativity, caring and friendship. Encouraging each other to search and explore deep within our hearts each in different directions. I am where I belong – off the asphalt with a bunch of yaya artists..I am one of them!