Not that I am actually recommending the quick decisions I made in purchasing my five homes....making offers to realtors the very same day I first viewed the properties.
When a friend saw a for sale sign being placed at a Thompson Avenue home one morning 13 years ago, she phoned me in Duncan to alert me. The property hadn't yet been listed. I called our realtor and Brian and I sped to Victoria to view the house. As I approached the front stairs, I mumbled something about perhaps being able to make them less steep as we aged, and then, as we entered, I envisioned a particular piece of our pine furniture in the entrance hall!
At about 9 o'clock that evening, we learned that our offer had been accepted.
As I reread this, I am seeing beyond this seemingly audacious behavior, and noticing, instead, how I moved with trust. Trust in my judgement. Trust in my heart. And an understanding that the timing was perfect.
Five or six months ago I began tidying the cluttered areas in our studio that were mine. First my paints. After packing up the still useable jars of paint, I gave away containers of Golden mediums- many unopened, most I had never tried.
Phyllis was thrilled and I had one less box to keep. Perfect!
Several of my friends were aghast when I said I was finished painting. My enthusiasm was over, my images stale. It was time to move on.
Through this cleanse, I discovered lovely small collages I had created, deemed not-good-enough at the time. Now, 10 years later, I delight in these small treasures.
Four less boxes.
Paintings I no longer wanted were given away or trashed. Favourites were saved- for now.
The most difficult culling was in regards to my precious bits of rusted metal.
At the end of the day the remainders are tossed into their bins.
He also brought in my eight circular saw blades.
I gave ten of my old watches to a brilliant artist, Kathy Ross. kathyross3d.com
More paper into the recycle bin: sketches from figure drawing classes in Duncan, early oil pastels, abstract pencil rubbings and old matt board frames, cut to fit long- ago collages.
timing: collected in its skeleton state
Finally, the studio had lost its clutter. (no comment here about how our basement fared in this process!)
Brian meticulously mended the pock-marked walls, and, after painting the storage shelves and scrubbing the floor, he transformed the studio into a magnificent small gallery!
The time had come for my first photography exhibit, joyously shared with Patrice Snopkowski.
timing: the cottonwood seeds, before that evenings rain
timing: two days later, Saanich
turned in their garden bed for the winter
at the dykes in Steveston
timing timing timing