The art is crated, the trucks are loaded, the show is over. It seems complete, this act of creating, the life of living creatively, of making for yourself a life that allows your work to be made but it is not complete. There must be a reason for making which begins with gratefulness for your desire and fortune to make. But who is granting me all these gifts, starting with the wonder and the space to wander? Who is actually creating all this creation, recreating it and renewing it over and over and then every day for four years adds a speck of time—because of the great joy of grace, which adds up to one whole, brand new, day, February 29. A free day, the newest day in four years. It is 5:53 a.m., we are 21,180 seconds into this free day. Just in case you are wondering what could you do in 21,180 seconds it takes 5.43 seconds to kiss your lover (I just timed it) so that’s a lot of kissing. Well, the timer has dinged, you have 18 hours and 7 minutes to go, 65,220 seconds of free time. See what you can do with it. Happy trails and let's be grateful (your job to find the One) out there!!!
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| Some of my Union Art students came to the show. |
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