In the Meeting Room Gallery during December . . .
Seeing is Creating
Seems silly to start with what I am not but calling myself an artist is a new phenomenon. Creating and appreciating art had never been a part of my daily life and I held no aspirations of becoming an artist “someday”. It was not until mid-life came upon me that I slowed down and took the time to look at the world with artist’s eyes. My husband and I had always been travelers, but instead of rushing to see more, I started to slow down and see the wonders right in front of me. This new way of being lasted even upon our vacation returns—Lexington and its’ surrounds became a source of renewal and nourishment.
As I became very interested in the natural world around me, I “saw” the sumptuous blossoming trees in Maui, the sailing clouds overhead in the never-ending skies of New Mexico and the flowers cascading over our neighbor’s fence. Having downshifted my vocational responsibilities, I sought time to look, listen and be stirred by whatever caught my gaze. It was color and forms that spoke most clearly to me. So I screwed up my courage and began to take classes in watercolor simply because a friend in Vermont challenged me to try. And as long as it was easy and flowing, I vowed to myself that I would try. And I would share what I created, just in case it brought pleasure to the seer.