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reassembling life

Ahhh moving….
the bain of many a life. Psychologists will tell you its one of the more stressful things that can happen in life, after the death of a loved one or divorce. Then again, it kind of is both of those things, the death of a life and a divorce from what was.


There are folks I know who have lived in the same place most of their life, I’m not one of them.
I don’t think I would get any prize for the most moves in a lifetime, but suffice to say I haven’t stayed still for long…its not that I get disgruntled, or bored with a place, its more along the line of external forces pushing me to go, and, I let it push…
I made a rash decision on October 1st last year and followed through and here I am in Bear River, Nova Scotia, its been a heady period of time, fraught with worry and wonder. I bought a house without ever having seen it. The place is pretty much as I imagined, or will be shortly.
The view here is beyond lovely and will provide me with the kind of inspiration I need on a daily basis. I’m up high in this tidal river valley and the play of light, the long range view of activity and stasis is endessly entertaining. Yesterday I watched as a hawk patrol the fields nearby. 

My studio is currently being set up in a spare bedroom because the “real” studio needs some renovations before it can be used.

One of the more interesting parts of this process is that I am reassembling the life I left, in a new configuration.  Its a bit of an existential idea and I love that!

So stay tuned.

Life is indeed an art.

3 Responses

  1. Brian Seed
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    Sounds like you have made your plans and will live with them….have a good one and hope I’ll get to see some of your finished “stuff”…….;-) How about some phtos of the place?
    Take care;
    Brian

  2. Pat Jeselon
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    Of all your pieces, this one speaks tp me the most. I shall follow you going forward.
    Regards, Pat

  3. Joyce Mayor Morris
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    Until I settled here on the St. Lawrence I made a move every five years; either for a job or for my art. Each time it added to my knowledge of life in a difference place and spurred more artistic expression – especially the three years in Fernie, B.C. like living in a foreign country and learning to paint verticals. I know the feeling of wanting to move again because I start dreaming of packing up and setting up a new studio. I’m having these dreams again but I’m quite settled here on the river and have a great deal of healthy support; including my oncologist. STill painting almost every day. I’m less and less involved in promoting my art but that’s primarily because physically I cannot take on huge projects (I’m 80 and have a stupid leg). However, I could always hire help if a door opened. If my rent here wasn’t so cheap I think I’d pull that suitcase from under the bed and have one more adventure somewhere else. Maybe North Bay. Glad you are happy with your new home.

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