The exhibition is up and I am finishing off one more painting which will be hung in its saved space.
It has been quite an experience up until now. First the euphoria of making the date for the exhibition! Something to work towards and produce a body of work for! Lists were written and ideas were stricken. I worked with passion for 4 months. I am now more focused on what I like to create. The pencil calms and the paint excites.
“Regular maps have few surprises: their contour lines reveal where the Andes are, and are reasonably clear. More precious, though, are the unpublished maps we make ourselves, of our city, our place, our daily world, our life; those maps of our private world we use every day; here I was happy, in that place I left my coat behind after a party, that is where I met my love; I cried there once, I was heartsore; but felt better round the corner once I saw the hills of Fife across the Forth, things of that sort, our personal memories, that make the private tapestry of our lives.”
― Alexander McCall Smith, Love Over Scotland
Plants illustrate the passing of time and life. They also physically follow similar lines to maps. Plants remind us of and connect us to places. Blue hydrangeas remind me of my home that I grew up in in London. The pink geranium is the home we built in Kazir.
Place is a search for connections and a sense of belonging. A sense of place where memories are made.
It is not easy putting yourself out there for friends and family to see. I am feeling a little vulnerable. I also feel like I am just getting started.