The sun was out for what feels like the first time in days, and the sky was bright blue, the air crisp and clean feeling. Olive and I walked along Flat Creek on the bike path, in a direction I have never gone before. The chickadees were chirping, the creek was bubbling, and there was this sweet little cabin in the middle of a complex of newer houses that was all decorated for the holidays.
The arts are so alive here and it energizes me to participate more. A sculpture trail is being created at the Museum of National Art. A new gallery for locals is opening. Teton Artlab has turned an old candy factory into studio and exhibit spaces. My friend Abbie has launched a clothing line.
I go back and forth between what I want to do. With my life. I haven't signed up for any pre-reqs, partly because of fear and partly because I feel like I am closing the door on other things. I know I can try it all if I want to, but it all feels daunting and too much. I want to be an artist and be excited to be an artist. I also want to try to help people and live the richest and most curiosity-filled life possible.
I have been sending Sally Tomkins a great deal of love the last few days....
