Artfest Spillings

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

Franchesca

with evidence of creative hearts wanting to share.

Pages overflow with as many trades as will fit.

I was reunited with Kim and Heidi, my Journalfest friends.

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.

XXO