This is one of my favorite pictures; I had been wondering where a copy might be, and I'm so glad to have found it. Now I'm digging into the files with even greater enthusiasm. Who knows what might turn up? I have been ruthless with old magazines--into the recycling with them all. Newspaper clippings are saved only if they have photos of family or stories about us. I don't think anyone will write a biography of either of us, so archival attention to the original filing system isn't ironclad and I can consolidate files. Even so, the amount of stuff to be moved is downright frightening.
This morning I attended the opening of the annual art show at First Christian Church. The theme this year is the "I Am " sayings of Jesus. My piece, "Like Father Like Son" is part of the show and they had kindly invited all the artists to come to services and then to lunch in the church hall where the exhibit is mounted. The featured artist, a painter, gave an art-oriented meditation during the service, encouraging participants to create something while lovely music played. Everybody earnestly gave it a try, after which they had Communion and a prayer, and we all went to lunch. The art was well-received; several of the artists found each other during lunch and talked about technique--and agreed that none of us play music while we work. I know that many people do, but for me, silence works better during the creative phase. If I'm doing handwork,quilting or binding or whatever, I'll listen to television--but not while I'm working on composition or piecing. When I'm concentrating, I don't hear anything going on around me (probably a result of being one of six children and an inveterate reader.)
There were a number of nice comments about my piece and also Hope Wilmarth's lovely embroidery. I would post a photo, but my phone-camera isn't cooperating. If I can figure it out, I'll post later.