In Progress- a meditation.
"The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia. The unnamed was my science and progress. " Anais Nin.
I've mentioned compasses before, I think. I am sorta obsessed with them. They pop up everywhere in my work, many times hidden.
Suddenly, the poles have switched and everything is upside down and inside out. It happens. I didn't realize last week when I was assessing resolutions how quickly west would become east. Not for me, but for my best friend. And I know it's random and strange to be posting this on a blog- so I apologize in advance to those who think blogs blur public and private to easily. But this is my blog, and it is my life and my art, and my life impacts my art. So. Owl is leaving in eleven days to serve our country, our new president. He is joining the Connecticut National Gaurd. I am going to continue for now to live in Bend, focus on my artwork, on writing for the Source (who actually will be assigning me more stories- hooray), on my blooming relationship with Rise Up International (who I hope to accompany to Nicaragua this spring). He is going to get to go to grad school for free, cut his hair, roll around in mud, wear camo, and see our neice and nephew every day. It is going to be a huge, huge shift. And there is a lot of unknowns. And it's gonna be hard. The most difficult thing yet. But, it is also going to be another grand adventure. It is going to lead to amazing, wonderful things.
Just so you know.
I got derailed this weekend with a helluva virus, thanks in part to the last few weeks of moonlight hikes and rock shows, I'm sure. This morning I am feeling much better, but foggy-brained. Coming into the studio and taking photos of the work in progress makes me realize that the next three weeks need Major Focus Time. 
