Wow, time flies when you're having fun. I am still playing with the goodies I got at the Art Opera art retreat I attended in Redbank, NJ two weeks ago. I have so many ideas for new projects, and so little time to do them in!
The next Art Opera in 2011 is shaping up to be incredible - possibly in Lambertville, which is not only close by, but also home to antique stores, art galleries, book stores, flea markets - I'm getting light-headed just thinking of all the cool stuff to do and see there.
I have a workshop with Pamela Huntingdon coming up on May 1 - she is a terrific teacher: organized, prepared, encouraging, and fun. You need the organized and prepared part if you want your students to have a shot at finishing their projects, and if you want to be able to answer their questions.
Then I am taking a Newark Museum workshop on May 21 or 22, I forget which, in greeting card paper engineering, which I am really excited about. I love pop-ups and want to learn as many "movements" as possible.
There is art I would like to get accomplished at home as well, but that is more difficult . . .
And switching from human art to nature's art - my backyard garden, raggedy though it be, is so fragrant I almost feel like swooning - lilacs, wisteria, and fragrant honeysuckle combine to create an intensity and sweetness of scent that I could get drunk on.
The roses are waiting in the wings: heavenly-scented Heritage chief among them, a luminescent pink "Old Rose" from David Austin, creator of some of the most incredible looking roses around. I also love my pink Eden rose, with large, cabbagey blooms. I have the "old reliable" Blaze, a brilliant red rose, as well as a pink semi-double which blooms and blooms, a red and white stripe I adore, a lavender rose, which like most purples is quite finicky and now sports a sucker, and last, a red, orange, yellow, and pink combination rose with a name from Disney which now is in near-complete shade, thanks to my neighbor's uncared for trees on either side of my yard which, growing unpruned for years, now meet and intertwine over my yard, making it more and more difficult to find a place where most perennials will be able to flower.
Almost everyday I stroll into my backyard and sniff the flowers ecstatically, and feel that if one has such beauty available, who needs material frills?
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