So right now I live in western Washington, just outside of Seattle and Bellevue. It's often gray here. It's been predominantly overcast since late October. Today is completely overcast and instead of rain it's just heavy misting but the clouds are bit higher - so it's a High Gray day today. Other days it's darker and it may be raining or not but the clouds are much lower, that would be a Low Gray day. I like gray tones in my work. I am not a huge fan of months of gray in my life. But I do like being able to describe the grayness to myself each day as High Gray and Low Gray.
I lived in Seattle proper for a couple of years back in the early 90's. I didn't love it then either. The restaurant fare was limited and not as good as I was used to in Houston. Huge parts of downtown Seattle were boarded up. Seattle's Best Coffee matched Starbucks in number of shops. Nirvana was becoming a household name. I didn't do well in the terminal grayness that rules here. When my husband got a job offer in Reno, Nevada I told him he was taking it. I sat in the Nevada high desert sun for hours at a time. I could feel my entire being recharging in the sun like a battery. Eventually we returned to Houston, Texas where I had lived since I was 13.
Two years ago I moved to Wisconsin for love. A tiny little town. I fell deeply in love with the Midwest. I loved the weather - four seasons, the people, the countryside. I loved living in a small town, no traffic, little crime, quiet - no traffic noise always filling the background with sirens, and even big events were small. The economy there was not good. I was working part time. It was then my art production began to skyrocket along with the quality of what I was doing. Pretty cool stuff.
And then, a dear friend introduced me to the gallery owner of Riverwood Gallery and made me show him my website. And the next day he took all 13 pieces that I brought to show him to put in a solo show. And then he wanted to see more and I brought in a huge pile of old work to show him my history and he pulled another 20+ pieces for the show. And then he told me to keep making work and make bigger work. And I did and the show ended up with 42 pieces.
That gallery owner has become a good friend of mine. An important mentor of the kind of work I strive to create.
When love ended in Wisconsin, so did my ability to live there. I could not support myself and I was so heartbroken I knew I had to leave to heal. I explored Colorado Springs but I didn't like it at all. I ended up coming here, where I have some family. They helped me get settled and have been an enormous positive in living back here in the Pacific Northwest.
But I'm back to working full time and it's been months of grieving and sorrow for the failed relationship. I have not been making a lot of art. But it's still here with me, it will still come. Now I have to find how to tap into the creative flow of production even when I must work full time to pay for paper. :)
So I'm hoping to move beyond Low and High Grays in my life even while the sun remains hidden in the clouds. I'm ready for some blazing sun days.