I know a powerful experience when I continue to revisit the memories,
to mine the gold that comes of a deep well, to ponder on
the relationships started in just a short bit of time,
to wonder at the creative explosion that happens
when like meets like.
And so was my time at Artfest. I put the 'trades' made by
others into a small Moleskine journal. Now it, too spills open
with evidence of creative hearts wanting to share.
Pages overflow with as many trades as will fit.
How luck Maya Avineri was to join her mother, Orly for the retreat and to take classes.
I couldn't help but wonder how my life would have been different had I
joined my mother at an art retreat. Though these are fleeting wanderings
of the mind for I am quite content to have found art at all. And I
remember my dear grandmother Iwataki who wrote poetry
but began painting at the age of 74.
For now, my little journal sits on my kitchen counter
smiling open, a touchstone of a magical time.
Spring in Redondo Beach
Wishing you a lovely weekend.