The fall is here, and I love it. It is the perfect time to listen to music and feel the wind and dream about the past and the future. The fall makes things seem too important and deep. I easily get caught up in the romantic versions of my life. Everything feels better, maybe a bit more melancholy, but I am comfortable in this place.A wistful passion sets in. I long for things I don't have, things I can't even put my finger on. It is a beautiful longing, that I enjoy. It is a type of hope, of leaves falling, poetry, love, and passion. Music in the air and in my mind. My music can't get loud enough for me now. The warm fading light in the tops of trees in the evening. I walk through my childhood streets with my headphones on loud, as the leaves blow across the street. Something growing within me, frustration and intensity. It is a good thing.
When I was a child, I really wanted to let people inside my brain for a while, and that feeling has returned. I really wish you could experience the fall with me. I am returning to myself somehow. I lost my way for a bit, and at least for now, I am walking back home into myself. I have my own priorities and agendas, and they might not make sense or be reasonable and I love that.
The studio is clean, new painting supplies are ordered, a new body of work is waiting to be released. I am ready.
Pictured above, Megan Chapman's "Restore my Grasp"
Mixed Media on Canvas
20x16" 2007
Coming soon to a gallery near you
I know exactly the feeling you describe and do the same things myself. Fall is transition. Maybe that's where the frustration, emotion, wistfulness and anticipation come from.
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing quite like putting on your headphones, creating your very own personal soundtrack, and walking around the town filled with personal memories.
well said, Megan. I know that feeling well and feel very comfortable there myself. thanks for putting it into words...
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