Anticipation – my twelve-year old self shakes off sleep easily when I realize where I am waking up. Camp Casey, Whidbey Island! A week of freedom, sun, swimming, salt-crusted skin, sunburns, family (who are in a good mood), first crushes, sunsets, late nights, dreaming, phosphorescence in the saltwater, stars…
Even now, decades later, I awake with a sense of anticipation – what will the day bring? My daughter now beats me out the door – on her bike or headed to the beach, on that familiar back road – its pebble encrusted surface memorized and etched in my brain.
In the century-old house the creaks in the floor boards summon up stories. Many tidbits – sometimes tomes of our lives shared. Stories large and small of heartache, success, exploration, self-doubt, and most of all laughter and joy. Lots of scratchy-edged conversations have been rubbed smooth after a week on this landscape. With Puget Sound and the Olympic mountains as our back drop – the porch, the kitchen, the beach, and the road – all serve as our forums of exchange.
But the best feeling was and is the anticipation of walking that back road to the beach. Whether I have twenty minutes or hours, it fills my soul with hope, healing, grounding and a sense of the world much larger than myself.
I completed this painting last August. From pencil sketches on-site, and in my studio, it became paint on an encaustic board panel, which has a beautiful slick surface. It is 1.5 inches deep, 10″x 10.”
If you are interested please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org. You can view it and others on my available work page. I’m happy to make an appointment for a studio visit!
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