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A little bit of this and a little bit of that

This summer's nearly over, and I, for one, will be thankful when September comes. It hasn't been the worst of summers, but in my personal life, it's been a roller-coaster. Granted, in a few years, I'll look back and wonder why I thought it was so terrible, but at the moment, it's hard.



The emotional part of writing, I think, can be one of the hardest portions of being a writer. Loneliness is a part of the arts even as vulnerability is a portion of art. For some artists, their artwork can be vulnerable (think of those powerful paintings you've seen or that heart-wrenching novel you read). For many artists, simply offering your art to the public is difficult then add selling and each time someone rejects your items it hurts. Then there is the day-by-day work of being an artist no matter the craft. It takes commitment to wake up in the morning and write, weave, draw, paint, sculpt, dance or whatever art you do. I doubt if art was ever meant to be easy for it was easy then art would be taken for granted (not that it isn't already, mind you). The hard work separates the hobbyist from the artist, and that separation is a good thing.

For those of you who feel the struggle and tension - I lift a glass to you in acknowledgement and support. It might feel as though you are muddling through, but I can assure you that there is hope in the darkness. I have learned that darkness strengthens the light for without one the other is diminished. We are the dreamers of dreams, and the world needs those who are unafraid to step forth with their dreams. Take another step today and see where it leads.

For those of you who are friends or family of the artist, I ask that you take a moment and reflect on art and what it means to be an artist. You might have a young artist in your sphere of influence who feels that she will never improve: take the time to offer encouragement. You might know of an artist who is in a slump where no one seems to care even when the artist is talented: offer an ear and a shoulder. Some of you know artists who are doing well and are on top of their craft: continue to support them.

The photo at the top is one of my recent projects based upon one of the shawls that Azure purchases in the first book. The band of white is best shone through its balance to the black. Art shows us the good, the bad and the ugly in this world, but great art always points to the light - reminding us that in everything there is hope.

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  1. Fancy meeting you here, Bridgette! I was touched by your honesty of the psychological and emotional waves of the artist's life. Wishing you blessings and strength as you edit your book for the publisher. Hope to see you in class soon! (d.durough)

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    1. You do meet some of the strangest folks around these parts. Thanks for the encouragement. The book is nearly edited; I just have to do the last minute bits tomorrow.

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