A recent painting of mine was accepted in a national juried exhibition by The Art Students League of Denver. The show is in April in Denver. The painting is framed and ready to be shipped. There is a definite sense of "going home" with this piece and under these circumstances. Denver was my home for many years. To be included in this show is an honor, to be sure, but it also has a sense of coming out of the wilderness for me. I'm being invited back from the desert to show what I've learned. What has the desert taught me?
So, I will relish this success, but soon turn back to the easel. There is more to say. The conversation has just begun and, of course, the desert has much more to reveal.
I started training this week for this year's Bolder Boulder. It's a 10k held in Boulder, Colorado every Memorial Day. It will be my tenth. Did my first in 1998. I walked it, then, but still it was a very big deal. And yes, I've missed a few in the years in between. Last year I ran it and I asked myself if it was my last, but here I am again this year, training. There will come a day, I assume, when I can't run anymore, but I'm not there yet. Still, I find myself battling with what being 61 should look like. This battle creeps into my art, as well. I tell myself, I should already be there. Even though, I'm not sure where there is. Besides, is there really a there? Isn't it really only here that we should be concerned with?
Another bird hit the window this morning. I watched him die. My wife heard of a friend who passed from breast cancer this week. So much death everywhere you look. I'm reading a book called Many Alarm Clocks, by Sy Safransky, the editor and publisher of The Sun magazine. He touches a lot on the subject of death, of impermanance, but he also talks of life in a reassuring way. We're all in the same boat. Even if we can't truly understand it, it's how it all works.
One morning this week, I finished Yoga just as the sun rose. It was a glorious moment.
Pat Greenwell is an artist. A painter and sometimes poet, he has been searching the New Mexico desert for several years now, looking for lost possibilities and probable intentions.
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