Moving to the mountains has changed everything. My frame of mind being the biggest change, which in turn changes everything around me. The quiet is the most powerful change. At first it was wonderful, then I found I could hear my ears ringing, then it was wonderful again. Every time we visit Albuquerque, about once a month, I am reminded of this difference between the city and the country. You get used to it. Even quiet isn’t totally quiet. We still have neighbors who use their saw or lawnmowers at 7am. They are just farther away. Spend a couple of nights in the city and the peaceful quiet returns.
My art is changing. It’s a natural progression. Nothing is static, especially art. Now that I spend my days feeling more centered and grounded than ever before in my life, I don’t need my art to center and ground me. The mandala art served that purpose.
I’m still figuring out exactly what the change looks like. I’m playing, searching, experimenting. I’ve always wanted my art to be more abstract, less representational. That is the direction I FEEL I’m headed, but then I find myself out on a hike and daydreaming of painting a landscape.
Some of the abstracts I’ve been playing with feel like landscapes. Maybe the new direction is abstract landscapes? I’m going to go with the flow and see where it takes me. After almost 30 years as an artist, I’ve learned this is the best way to move forward. Art isn’t something I do consciously. Art does me. lol. You know what I mean? Art comes THROUGH me, from some higher place. My job is to get out of the way and let it flow.