Gotta say good-bye to the gallery. I have been showing my art in Sutter Creek for a year now and it's time...time to go in another direction. A year ago I committed to at least 6 months to a whole year.
With it being 50 miles from my home, I didn't make the decision to join this lovely group of artists lightly.
As the summer begins I am hearing whispers from the Universe to re-prioritize. I am listening to the whispers before I get seriously bonked on the head for my attention.
SCG is a lucrative place for artists. I am coming out with more artist friends, more art ideas and a small sample of what living in a small town would be like here in the foothills in NorCal. If we didn't have our very satisfying life here in SCR, I might try to join a community there and become more in tune with nature. It would be good to be miles from shopping, really it would.
It's on my drives to and from that I fell in love with the blue-green Oaks, the wheat colored grasses in the summer, the sea green wavy grasses in the winter, the very gray to the bluest of blues skies with puffs of whipped cream clouds, and the little dashes of water, wooden fences, and scenes of cows and horses here and there along my drive.
I am not sad to let go, I am so happy to have expanded my life in this beautiful way. And now I plan to enjoy the drives even more now that I can stop along the way and explore the little antique shop that compels, the scene that cries out to become a painting, the vegetables and fruit that must be bought from the farmer along the road.
Breathing out there with the horses, cows, and farmers is so much easier at times. I would never have learned this without my experiences in Sutter Creek.
