Where did the winter go…

Well, although still cold here in Minnesota, it is March 2017.  Wow, the winter months sped by this year.  The weather this year has been unusually  odd.  Cold… hot…  cold… hot… warm… Two weeks ago we were in the 50s and 60s and now back in the teens and 20s with a very cold wind making it feel about single-digit cold.

This weekend we spring ahead with the clocks pushing time an hour ahead for the coming months.  I don’t think we really need Daylight Savings Time anymore and in fact I hear Texas has stopped the practice as of this year.  I see the future when this time change will no longer exist simply because we no longer need the extra hour of daylight.

So… time in the studio has been hard since Christmas.  I am painting but not at the rate I would like.  So much going on with family and so busy with so many projects… renewed interest in sewing and cooking (two other art forms) have been consuming my life recently.

I have been spending lots of time sorting through all the “stuff” collected over time and really paring down possessions.  It’s interesting how as I look through our possessions and decide what we are not willing to part with or what we are willing to let go of, that it takes a huge amount of energy, both physical and mental, and is extremely emotional as memories come flooding back when certain items are viewed and remembered.  This necessary mental exercise really slows down the sorting process.

I need to think about renting space for the many finished canvases that are beginning to crowd my life.  Many remain in my possession as well as the paintings that are part of my new series… “memories of life.”

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About Kat Bryan Wallace

I am a two-dimensional artist and writer working with memories interpreted in paintings, drawings, photographs and my writing. Memory is powerful but not perfect… it changed like a raw photographic image will never return to its original image once changed into a jpeg and our memories, as we remember them, shape us into who we become. Life recycles as we remember the past and evolve. My art is about interpreting life, memories and knowledge, what makes life possible, and how this all will affect the future.
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