The “Art” of Travel

This began as a test of my new paint tabs, later turned into a sketch of our hike at Courthouse Butte.

Traveling begs photography.  One usually returns from atrip with a raft of photos on their cell phones as souvenirs.  When my friends and I travel together we also like to incorporate some kind of art into the mix.  This includes anything from painting, sketching, art journaling, and collaging.  Forget about the notion of being good or not.  This is just an adventure with your hands interpreting what the eye sees.  Sometimes the most primitive attempts evoke the strongest memories.

Hiking Courthouse Butte.

My first attempt at travel sketching was many decades ago.  I packed a fresh sketchbook and a new set of watercolor pencils lined up like soldiers at attention in a tidy tin box. Several sketches later I declared them horrible and I quit.  Over the years I’ve come across those sketches.  They bring back memories and emotions that no photograph can.  I feel the wind in those drawings and the mood of seeing grazing horses in a summer field.  The thing about art – it has soul, emotion, and heart that most snapshots miss.  I’m so glad I didn’t throw them away.  

My travel art supplies are simple and small.  I carry them in a pencil box and a felt, zippered pouch that includes watercolor “sheets,” a water pen (or colored brush markers, or colored pencils), and a postcard pad-sized watercolor paper and/or sketchbook. A glue stick and small pair of scissors are handy for collaging those travel brochures and tickets.

You don’t need much.  At the very least, bring a pen, paper, and a sense of adventure.

Sedona, Arizona was our last adventure this past April.  Pictured are a few things we brought home…

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I Went for a Hike with My Dog Today and Forgot My Cell Phone

Unsure

like missing an appendage

I enter the meadow

the trail foreign

my dog, unconcerned

speeds off to romp in the waving grass

wildflowers are passed unidentified

as are the birds and their songs

The trail winds

 through a gentle verdant forest

quiet

The dog splashes in the creek

undocumented

the trail splits

I guess

I ramble

unchecked

uninterrupted

unfettered

blissfully

free

like my dog

The Path of a Mother

The journey begins

at the point of conception, adoption

there is no turning back

You face

death, breath

hope, fear

elation, exhaustion

pain, joy

dreams, nightmares

tears, laughter

memories

crossing the threshold

to shepherd a life

the path of a mother

May all the mothers reading this be honored on their journey. Relax and honor yourself on this Mother’s Day

Coming Out of Dormancy, a Garden Mimics Life

Dang, we had a long winter here in Oregon.  Rain, cold, and dreary skies persisted for months my motivation plummeting with the temperature.  Looking out at the first portion of my native plant garden I planted last year I fretted that many plants had perished over the winter leaving dreadful bare patches with their demise. Then bam- a few sunny days in the 70s and 80s last week changed all that.  All around I spotted my little green friends emerging shyly from the depths of the earth.

I look to my garden for the understanding of life.  We certainly don’t flourish in all conditions.  I certainly have been in a period of dormancy due to inhospitable conditions in my life. But as my garden tells me, inspiration will return with better times.

Some plants are coming back stronger than ever.  A few I thought I’d lost during the heat of last summer are returning in force.  My expensive Trillium kurabayashii that failed to bloom last year is blooming and returned with it a friend.  Then a few of my white trillium lost the battle with slugs.  A little wood rush perished for good.  Replant or try something new?  Such it is with our creative children…

The muse has flipped her sign to “open.”  It is over 60 degrees today.  I think I shall go out and work in the garden.

photos and artwork by the author

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