No blog posts for a while because I have been travelling. Flying around the world to New Zealand, 23 hours on airplanes, and a day lost. And suffering the usual disruption to sleep and body patterns as a result.
The other, more beautiful, result is that I get to be with my faraway family for a while.
As for the art, it is plodding along with my disrupted self: looking, noticing, and preparing. I wandered through the botanic gardens and the cemetery next to it, finding begonias, camellias and last year's roses. This jet lag phase offers a different way to be present in a strangely distanced world.
In The French Art Shop, I was seduced by oil pastels. And when the sun comes out, it is amazingly bright, even in the depths of winter.
I am trusting this beautiful disruption.