This week has been a battle of wits for me. One day my daughter takes a three-hour nap, and I am giddy, not knowing what to do with the free time. The next night, she cries and refuses to fall asleep from 1AM-4AM, and then takes a 1 hour nap the next day. These last few years, I’ve felt more like a boxer in a ring, fists up, trying to anticipate the next blow than ever before. Amidst far too many tears for a girl my age, in the long run, I think I have developed a thicker skin.
After a lot of trial and error, I’ve found that I am not a boxer, I am a forager. The problem with boxing, is that you always have to be tough AND smart, and I am usually neither. However, if you are a forager, it’s all about how you look at things. A mushroom-hunter knows the soft spots of the ground and the moist smell of the earth. They’ve fine-tuned their sight to distinguish between the precious delicacies that are a gourmand’s dream and the morels that can kill. A forager knows that if you dive deep enough and open the briny, hard-shell of an oyster, a pearl may lie waiting inside. Or how when you crack open the brown, rough-skin of a pomegranate, thick, sweet color pours out. A forager learns the innermost workings of their environment and then takes pleasure in its offerings. A forager is always seeking, treading softly, living sustainably, and using their abilities to survive.
So, it is with great excitement, fear, and anticipation that I share with you the first painting in a series that will become prints in my Etsy Shop.