Art Lens

A woodblock print of a Waffle House sign at the edge of a parking lot. In the background are non-descript out buildings, a red car, and a hillside covered in kudzu.

Summer passed in a haze. I got into the studio a lot and made weird drawings. We got to travel to see our families. Green things came up in the garden. Fuzzy things gnawed them down to nubs. Other things went to seed. It was lovely and feels like a dream now that school’s started back up.

Things at our school are weird and in transition. I expect to see many dramatic personnel changes before the year is over. In the midst of all that, or especially because of all that, I am grateful for art. Glad to get to make it, to share it with our students, to be in communion and community with other artists, and to learn new ways of making and thinking through making. What a balm. What a relief to lose yourself in line or color or imaginative possibility. What a way to process all the grief (local to global), the wonder, the awe, the petty anger, and on and on.

Amen.

Author: Katie

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