A Departure

Truthfully, getting abruptly awakened by the alarm was a little disconcerting this morning. It’s tough to hop out of bed, shower, and load the luggage so that you can be on the road at 4:30. That’s what it takes to be 2 hours early for airport check-in when you leave in rural southwest Virginia. My wife got me to the airport on time. I survived TSA where I have and paid for TSA pre-check but they don’t? Well they sort of have a watered down version…Exactly how do they sell something they actually don’t have? So far I have been able to use it once since I got it last year. I have come to understand that it is simply another aspect of living where I do. I will say the TSA employees here are far more customer centered than, well Philadelphia immediately comes to my mind.

The flight went smoothly and I was greeted with this beautiful sunrise just after take-off. It reminded me how our atmosphere is an ocean filled with water.

I’m in Charlotte right now waiting for the next flight. I will be flying in the opposite direction for awhile. It will feel good when I’m heading in the right direction, again. All of my connections are comfortable with no need to rush. It will make for a long day.

update:

Down to the last half hour in Chicago. It is lightly snowing. My plane is here and I’m at gate K5.

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The Paris Adventure

 

I have to admit, it should be pretty fascinating walking the same streets as Daumier, Manet, David, Picasso, Monet, Ingres, Van Gogh and Braque. It will also be pretty cool to go purchase artist colours at the same stores as these past greats. I leave very early in the morning, ready to pursue my project that deals with the psychological landscape. I depart without preconceived notions and I am ready for a new body of work that departs from my last 10 years. Beyond psychological landscapes, I am also thinking “reckless abandon.”  I am packed with 17 sheets of 22 x 30 inch Arches oil paper in a tube, some starter artist colors in a suitcase with my clothes, and a pack filled with essentials.

I am grateful for the sabbatical opportunity from Emory & Henry College and very grateful to Mark Baldridge who volunteers for the Virginia Atelier, which is located in the Cité.

I have been reading and reading about Paris. In fact, I likely have too many guide books in my pack. My time for studying French language has been so extremely limited.  I am not necessarily thrilled about going in January/February, but at least the cold should discourage me from spending too much time outdoors in gardens and keep me directed in the studio.

I have no way of knowing how Paris will influence me. I intend on hitting the Centre Pompidou very early on and seeing as many contemporary galleries as possible. I am excited about posting my modernist and postmodernist encounters on this blog and reflecting as much as possible.