Every year I take this getaway to an island in Maine that has no fresh water and delicate septics. Life on the island isn't like camping, but it's a simpler life. Still a working island with lobstering October through June and the summer months of visitors from birders, hikers, artists, and the just gotta be there people. My friend and I take a long weekend every year to paint as much as we can and embrace the special energy this island gives. The light on the island is spectacular and we pick the beginning of the summer which has the most light of the year. This year we kept joking that every moment was noon because the sun just kept on shining. 

We embraced the time and it just kept giving us a ton. Many of my non island days I say I can't find enough time. Not enough time in a day to work, paint, eat, visit with friends. But this island gives this to you. The time is abundant. Granted I am not working my regular paycheck job, but painting is the job on this island. And that is the ultimate beauty, to bask in the moment and do what my heart loves.

I have not taken much time lately to create. A lot of time to think and stew on things. Heck I was stuck in my head and was struggling to move beyond my thoughts. I would try to move and kept finding a wall that kept me back. But life gives us walls so we can be challenged and figure away around the wall. Sometimes it's as easy as walking around the wall, but many times we have to get rope and sweat our way to the top only to be stuck.  Moments, time, people, and the earth can guide our way down and that is what my weekend gave me.

A time to really reflect on my creative energy and understand my direction and desire that I want to embrace ahead. I won't go full force and stay on the island for the rest of the summer, but I will bring the island light with me.

I did so much work on the island and it was a great combination of drawings, playful experiences, and finished pieces. There were many struggles and frustrations. Like the day I forgot to grab the white paint or when I realized my easel was missing a piece and I had to paint in my lap. I moved through all this and kept painting and trying and now have a great body of work to reference for more pieces from my studio.

I am as tired as my dog in my sketchbook, but will continue to work on integrating art within my everyday.