
 I had a fantastic evening with the Bury Art Society last night.  They had invited me to do a pastel demonstration three years ago and what with my injured hand and chaotic schedule, not to mention a bit of fear and trepidation, it wasn't until last night that I was actually able to do it.  I'm not sure how many people attended, but I would say there were more than 30 and I'm not sure what they expected, but I am quite sure they got something rather different.
I had a fantastic evening with the Bury Art Society last night.  They had invited me to do a pastel demonstration three years ago and what with my injured hand and chaotic schedule, not to mention a bit of fear and trepidation, it wasn't until last night that I was actually able to do it.  I'm not sure how many people attended, but I would say there were more than 30 and I'm not sure what they expected, but I am quite sure they got something rather different.  I love the way life converges.  My job, Eastfeast, has taught me that if one begins from who he or she is and does things in a way that feels right then everyone is much more comfortable.  I approached the evening with that in mind and began with Cranberry Island, a little island off the coast of Maine where wonderful artists have inspired me and guided me to see and interpret.  I thought that my otherness would be interesting.  From the response, it seems it was.
Although hired to give a demo, I again decided to begin where I feel most comfortable, as a facilitator, rather than an expert.  My talk headed in that direction, while giving people some of the tools for developing their own process.  I was heartened by the enthusiastic way the members of the society experimented with pastels and monotype.  Thank you all, and lets hope a few of you discover the blog!
 

 
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