So how's this artist residency thing going? Well, setting aside teenager wrangling, meals, laundry, visitors and workshop preparations, it is going well, thank you very much. Each morning, I sit on the front porch (that's "bridge" to you) with my sketch book and notebook and sometimes a book book and see what happens. Oddly enough, I have been writing, not drawing. Several ideas have been reoccurring so I am letting them cook a bit. I know that my ability to say with words is much less than my ability to say with things so at a certain point, images will come back.
Yesterday, driving into Corner Brook to bring Lucy to the movies with a friend, I suddenly remembered how I used spontaneously stop and photograph things, especially graveyards, and how I never do that anymore and how I need to do that again. It is vital to skip out of the groove of "this is the drive to Corner Brook" and all my other habitual patterns if I want to dig into what this place is again.
Meanwhile, the beach never fails me.