I’m packing up my life, and moving on.
Ever the adventurer, Ive decided to move back home, to Nova Scotia, to the Fundy shores. Time and tide I say to myself as I glean a lifetime of art and supplies to bring with me.
Going alone; I feel confident capable and in control. I’m returning my life to myself, serving it up on that silver platter, well, the one I wish I had.
Packing one’s life into boxes is a monumental task when one is an artist, all the regular stuff then a ton more, brushes potions galore and paper and canvas and ideas and more ideas.
But one foot in front of the other and there you are!