As one has become more populated and easy to use, the previous ones have fallen by the wayside. In my own life, since I first had a functioning computer, one that would actually connect to the internet, there have been three of these outlets for being in contact with other artists.
First there was Wet Canvas, an online artists' community, where I met many, many artists who have become lifelong friends. I can't tell you how many hours I spent online on Wet Canvas talking with artists from all over the world about life, art and everything involving both, in between. I think I started in about 1998 or so, continued as a contributer until about 2005 or there about.
At that time, Blogging increased in popularity, and ease of use, as a method to have commune with others about your art or art in general. I blogged here pretty heavily for most of the last 6 years, and it proved to be a wonderful platform for presenting not only my own art, but for discussions about topics in the art world, that many of us are interested in.
Then came Facebook! Since joining Facebook, my blogging has suffered in an increasing lapse between posts. FB is simply so easy to use, and the artist community there is HUGE, that I think it became more attractive as an outlet for those of us who work alone in a studio, and enjoy the 'office chit chat' that FB seems to provide. You can build a HUGE audience for your work on FB, thousands... until they cut you off! I am thankful for the followers of my blog, and apologetic for neglecting it, until now. There are many, many reasons for this, that those who study social phenomenon are going to be much better at laying out, so I'm not going any deeper into it than that.
However, I have decided that the blog is a better place to present my work, and to discuss the things that are important to me as an artist. So, with that, I am planning to renew my efforts to get this thing back up and active.
As I last posted, I moved to Colorado in September. I did make it, the truck made it, and the cats had a great trip. Sarge found a spot underneath the bench seat, where the kitty litter pail was, Frida found a spot on the bench seat, glued to my thigh for the entire ride out here.
We only had one narrow brush with getting that truck and trailer into a tight spot, and nearly running out of gas, all at the same time. I was into CO about 75 miles, and had been timing my gas stops at about 1/4 tank left. As soon as I was there, I took the next opportunity to fill up. That went really well, until I hit eastern CO. For some reason, the gas stations seem to evaporate. I hit the 1/4 tank mark, started looking... and looking... and looking. At close to the 'low fuel' warning light and buzzer, I saw a gas station off of the interstate, with diesel. Happy now, I pulled off and made the turn onto a narrow 2 lane road to enter the gas station. To my grief, it was closed, and the entrance was barb wired! I was now heading east on a skinny frontage road... and the sign said... NO OUTLET! Words did not escape me... Looking quickly for somewhere to turn around the 22' truck plus the 12' of trailer, I didn't see any where to do that, but I did see the dead end a short distance ahead.
The road was built up on a berm, so I couldn't go into the ditch to turn around. At this point, the 'low fuel' warning light and buzzer goes off... I'm in the red zone and beginning to worry. I attempted to do a 'back up, three point turn' with all of that length, but realized I was lucky not to get stuck trying that.
Without any other ideas, I drove to the end of the road a few hundred yards ahead... thinking maybe there would be a way to solve the problem. At the end of the road, there was one dirt road that led up to a trailer house and a bunch of garbage (kind of a crack house looking place), about 75 yards ahead, and into a pasture. I was looking at that, then realized that there were no fences along the road!!!???
I tightened up the seat belt, told the kitties to hang on tight, and put that diesel to work. Drove it right up that dirt road about 40 yds, just enough to clear the trailer, hung a tight left into the pasture (which I took a serious look at, it looked solid and destructive object free), and did a Penske U-eee... through the pasture and around back onto the 2 lane road, heading west again. I'm sighing a big sigh of relief now, because if I run out of fuel, at least after a return walk with a fuel can, the Penske would be pointed towards my destination, a very good thing. To cut this short, the very next exit, less than 2 miles ahead, had diesel and wide roads. I made it, and with great relief drove on into Longmont, CO without having to stop again.
Mt Meeker and Long's Peak from Golden Ponds in Longmont
I love it here... this is the place that I though it was going to be, when I made the choice to relocate. In the 3 months that I've been here now, I have become extremely comfortable in my new apartment, in my new state, with my new friends and community. In a future post, I will talk about how I've tried to adjust as an artist here, that has taken some time. But as adjusting to a new place to live goes, that has been a breeze.
Every day brings about new beauty in the landscape. It never ceases to amaze and challenge me as an artist. Be back soon...