Char and I returned to Millersport for a few days of intense business work. Exhausted from the drive we stayed happy and pressed forward even knowing Sunday we’d do it again.
In a crazy turn of events my friend Elizabeth and I have joined forces and paid rent on a space that will showcase our art and poetry in Zanesville, Ohio at the Masonic Temple building. The building houses creatives and entrepreneurs and is the central location of the art walk. Zanesville is my home town and the art scene in it continues to grow and flourish. We chatted over doing it months ago but all the rooms were full. I have shared a wall a few times with others but never committed to my own space. Always wanted to do it. I threw myself into some other projects when it didn’t look like it was going to happen. Probably too busy already but…
it’s a good thing! I have been making art every day for months so it will just be the work of framing and getting it ready.
Today we decided to paint it bright white and start our adventure of turning it into a space where Elizabeth can share her words and I can cheer you with some color. Shout out to my niece Kendra and her boyfriend Rick for helping us paint the aged white off of the walls.
Up early to drive into Tennessee. Made it to Nashville to hug up David before noon. Walked off our car legs in the park and put together LEGOS in the little blue apartment. This is the week of NAMM. I am just not into the convention this year. I would rather soak up all the things to do here and not work.
Plans to work all afternoon didn’t happen. I hoped to sleep in but around 5:45 I was up with the first light. I kissed Char on the head and went to garden for a few hours. It was glorious and my world was the quiet I craved. I could hear the things cars and boats and people chattering cover up: water flowing, wind chimes, hands digging and birds talking.
Char slept in and I received news that Deb Carpenter passed. Another sad day for the Millersport community and our little daycare. I couldn’t shake the feeling of sadness for everyone. Especially her daughter Dena who also works there. Folks that feel like family and people Charlie loves. They have helped him thrive. Deb was battling cancer. Since she has not been able to work it has been a different daycare. It is still wonderful and a place I feel happy to drop off my most precious little guy but her old school care and knowledge meant so much to how everything worked there. A change. Old guard gone.
The last conversation I had with Deb was about how she was sad she couldn’t go to the beach this summer with her family. Too ill. And all the things I put off this summer rushed over me. Including the fact that although I planned to go to the beach I didn’t make it. Today and our health is what really have. We contemplate this when people die or we get sick but we rarely live like it is true. And it is true.
I fumbled around on a guitar and wished I practiced more but decided to write part of a song regardless.
Got up early The sun was peeking Dog just a howling and a pacing You just kept sleeping
Birds could nest in my hair These feet tired and bare Stepped in the garden Still…the neighbors were sleeping
A chink of light on my nose Dewey grass in between these toes Down on one knee Heard myself finally breathing
Moving the dirt, pulling weeds The dog rolls under that old tree No tomorrow…no to dos A better state of dreaming
Chorus Gotta slow this pace down Get to know this fertile ground Bloom up from these roots Let’s forget about tomorrow….Today
I sent a pretty horrible video of myself singing it to David as he was just getting into Nashville from the bus and then wished I would have kept it to myself. Then Char and I tried to spend the rest of the day biking and loving each other. We rode down to see some old friends that were in town for an event at the brewery. Char was hot and grumpy from the ride but it made my heavy heart a little lighter just getting to see them.
No photos of art because my art time was all wrapped up in framing and sending some submissions to a few shows. Hopefully I will get one accepted into one of the shows in Nashville. I am feeling excited about just putting myself out there.
Char wanted to paint but I didn’t. We spent a little time at the house before going back to the shop to stay the night and work. Focusing on my work more than anything these next few days. The NAMM guitar show is going on next week so I have hopes of going and spending some time at our place in Nashville. Gotta get my work in a good place. I drew silly things he told me to draw and he painted them all my favorite colors.
Charlie thinks putting on primer is boring. He lasted through one rock while I did about 15 and then he played with robots and cars and picked at his dinner. We put on the sprinkler in hopes our grass by the lake would grow. I wanted to make some art on the rocks and ukes but the mundane task of getting them ready to paint emptied me out.