A transitional time calls for a transitional post. I just came across this photo of a sketch I did at the Huntington in San Marino, California during my internship two years ago. I adored the Huntington. I spent the entire day wandering through its museums and tea houses and every kind of garden imaginable.
I thought this was the perfect piece for this phase of my blog. A photo from the end of my road trip then that holds the return to drawing that is to come, of a couple dancing in revelry under palm trees in paradise in honor of my birthday, today.
I've been doing a lot of furniture moving these days, in my new house, heart, and mind, trying to figure out how things will best fit. How much can be left out in order to create space for making art? How much must stay in order to be able to live?
As summer turns to fall and furniture finds its place, drawing comes closer. Like this photo that reminds me of the place between here and there, drawing too is an in-between thing. It becomes not the thing you are drawing exactly, but a thing of its own. And you just have to stay with it to see where it takes you.
