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A change of season is breathing down my neck.  Children with backpacks have reappeared in the neighborhood.  The cicadas’ deafening, nightly buzzing has triggered the memory of my husband’s photograph of a 17-year-cicada taken just after the birth of my second child.  Cooler nights give way to humidity-free mornings, perfect for a walk with my pup.  So, it is no surprise to me that my thoughts are changing, jumbled, and lit up by new ideas.  This blog is my seasonal chance to clarify and focus.

Summer, what was it like for me?

Well, Staci and Roopa succeeded big-time with their Urban Enchantment Exhibition,, which I had mentioned in my previous blog post.  I barely resisted the urge to glide along on my knees to appreciate the children’s-eye-view offered throughout the gallery.  Several children spent time with my interactive piece, “Speak, Puppies Speak; Barks Heard ‘Round the World.”  They had the dogs pictured speaking Icelandic, then Hebrew, then Spanish.  The combinations went on and on.  One adorable 5-year-old politely got my attention to thank me for my picture.  Can’t get better than this! Or, can it? (Consider this last question as foreshadowing.  Just saying.)

Meanwhile, my June library display dealt me two surprises.  First,  the theft of my exhibit guest book, which had been attached to a table adjacent to my pictures, mimicked an NPR story about public trust which aired the same day that I discovered the theft. Reporter Bill Chappell shared his story, “Exploited On Scottish Island That Had Been Crime-Free,” .  The sparsely populated island of Canna, Scotland experienced its first theft on the island in decades when an overnight robbery at the community shop temporarily broke the islanders’ trust.  I could relate to the islanders’ disappointment, as well as their belief that they still considered most people trustworthy.

Earlier in June, before the guest book disappeared, I had stopped by the library to check on what people had written. Lovely things.  Feedback. From established friends and those I had met on the day I put up my pictures.  Thanks to all who wrote, even though I can’t respond personally.  This is disappointing and ironic, considering that public libraries are build on trust. But, my pictures remained intact.  And, library personnel felt both disappointment for the loss and complimentary toward my work .

“What was the second surprise?” you might be asking now.  I sold a piece as a result of the display.  Actually, the surprise was that the gentleman had bought one of my first, and favorite, cartoons several years earlier.  He recognized my style.  This was my surprise and my pleasure!   His response to my work confirmed that I am approaching one of my long-term goals about my art, to grow and refine my fabric-cartoon style.

My latest summer adventure has taken me to distant islands, at least on paper.  I resurrected a bird outline, which had been perched on my idea wall for months, and incorporated it into the piece included with this posting.  This nearly-three-dimensional bird has landed on an island made from maps out of an old atlas.  She may be ready to use the shells as part of her nesting material.  This work, titled “Home,” is my 2015 donation for this year’s fundraising event for POWER, serving women in early recovery, .  It is dedicated to my son and daughter-in-law, who are nesting as well.

This piece, “Home,” also represents how I am anticipating the fall migration of many of our beautiful, local birds, one of the last vestiges of summer.  I feel nostalgic already.  Flit.  Flutter.  Fly madly ahead.  I am adopting this as my prescription for fall.  There, now I am happy again.