It was very exciting and relaxing to be away on vacation for two weeks. I didn’t work on any projects at all while we were away.
Instead, we ate ice cream.
We wandered with no goals or reasons in mind.
We hung out in coffeehouses and drank amazing Stumptown coffee. I spent two wonderful weeks with my amazing partner, our fabulous kids, and got to know everyone all over again. I feel so amazingly blessed by this.
We saw natural wonders. Multnomah Falls in this case. This is a truly stunning place, pictures don’t actually do the falls much justice. We marveled at the water for a bit, the boys climbed most of the way to the top and then we all got ice cream and dabbled about creekside, down near where the water calms down and gets ready to join the mighty river.
We went to the most beautiful beach in the world.
Ate amazing food and saw some amazing art. Portland is probably the most artistic city I’ve ever visited. There are just random paintings on buildings, things are bright and colorful and beautiful. It’s truly a gorgeous city. I might want to move there. Actually, if I didn’t have so many ties here, I’d move there in a hot second. It’s definitely on the menu for consideration for points in the future.
Spent some time with Elder Daughter, who moved away to Portland a year ago and who seems to be thriving. See how thriving she looks?
Obviously being a pastry chef in one of the coolest cities in the Pacific Northwest totally agrees with her.
It was really nice to just be selfish and off for a few weeks. Instead of work, I visited a couple of great yarn shops and a kick ass bead shop, ate a lot of ice cream and great food, saw my parents and a few old friends, took a lot of photos and came home inspired and happy and rested. I had the art journal along but you know, I just wasn’t feeling it, it felt like work, so I didn’t bother. I read a novel just for pleasure! It was amazing!
For some reason, coming home has translated into a massive studio reorganization/back room purge/Goodwill-garage sale effort which I absolutely feel compelled to finish before I get back to work. I’ve been musing about how it’s funny – when you leave them for a while, old systems suddenly begin to seem cumbersome and inefficient. When you’ve lived quite happily out of a relatively small carry on bag for 12 days, that whole closet filled with stuff you never wear seems unnecessary and wasteful.
I started in on the studio today, pulling stuff off shelves and out of cubbies, trying to be ruthless about what should stay and what should go. I’m about halfway through, have made friends with some stuff I forgot I had, and was able to let go of some other stuff I’d been clinging to for no reason (or rather, reasons that no longer feel quite so important to me now.) It’s gotten me started thinking about how it is SO easy to just randomly collect shiny supplies and then never use them.
Does having the stuff to make art make you an artist? Not so much. Making the art makes you an artist. But I think sometimes we forget that and get caught up in having whatever is new and shiny. That’s fine, unless it gets in the way of your actually being able to create. It’s good to root through the chaos and see what you’ve forgotten to pick up and use, once in a while.
It feels really good to go away for a little while and then come home and see with new eyes. I had a great vacation!