Sun Dee

 My America: He approves of the Enterprise, Q. Cassetti, 2013, Trumansburg, NY, Adobe Illustrator CC

My America: He approves of the Enterprise, Q. Cassetti, 2013, Trumansburg, NY, Adobe Illustrator CC

It has been a blazing time for Grassroots--with my little family immersed in the music, the friends, the dance, the drink and the food. It has been the traditional hot week (often the hottest of the summer)-- complemented by tropical downpours and electrical shows in the sky. They have been all reveling in this cloud of heat, of sensory overload and of the floating time of community, of people all knit together by music, time and continuum.  I ,however, have not been in the same state as my near and dear. I cannot deal with the crush, the people, the expectations and work around being at a festival that could be fun..but for some there is always another project, another agenda that takes the festive out of the festival. So, I had a small dose yesterday--but am cooling it today for a personal retreat.  I am quite topsy turvey and need quiet to think, and try to quiet all that is popping through my brain. I have started "some work" on understanding my fury, my anger, my sadness, and my fears that have been plaguing me--and has driven me deep into personal sorrow, and fear about aspects of my life. Thursdays are my can opener days--the day that the professional in his calm and seemingly light way shines light into rooms and corners that have been cobwebbed and dusty- making me tell him about them...and why they are there. I think this is all good for my life and living though I am feeling a bit raw even week two. Please be patient  with me--as I pursue this pursuit to make me a healthier person.

I have started my "My America" illustration project. This is a very deep vein...and should be frightening as well as amusing as I pursuit it. So much iconography, latin, and odd images that can be juxtaposed. Mickey came off the pen mid last week....and there is more on the horizon. A bullet "loaded" quilt,  A nuclear Uncle Sam. Something speaking to the requisite ultra sound in Virginia....George Washington...and so on.

Have a peaceful Sun filled Sun Dee.