This time of year, it is easy to pull the summer visions into the depositories that hold us through the winter months.
The seasons have changed. By chance the summer solstice provided the point, the place, the turn to look again.
Walking with an overfilled canvas bag, I'm headed home to visit with my garden, see my children, and eat lunch before I continue to my next mural. It is a much-needed juxtaposition of beginnings and ends.
The spring show at Telander Gallery has come to a close. Being photographed for the last time a day ago, it is to be primed over by my hand this afternoon. At once a surprise, a performance, an equivocal space, the show will be gone.
In the morning I finished the mural drawing at the Bryant Street Barn, a VRBO here in Walla Walla. Slipping in between guests and events, I have visited the blank and glimmering pool reflection. I have scratched the lines to begin. The walls have grown a summer garden of transplants, and quiet strength.
Oh my dear ones, as you come off the Telander walls today, and before you caper off to your new homes to hang on new walls, please know the possibilities. Send word for a new garden to live within.