I've been working on a new series of prints, and a related small artist book, that contemplate various definitive words. There's something about their succinct duality––both damning and hopeful––that I enjoy. It's the embedded duality of the words, they can be employed almost playfully, creating an open-ended and thought-provoking response, yet they are also laced with with the sense of finality and closure.
One of the pieces is titled Almost. I love how it reads both encouraging and past tense. Like a pennant being waved. You just missed it. Or, Not quite. Perhaps, That was a close one. Or, Nearly.
Every week I keep thinking that I will eek out more time to sit here and clack out a couple posts for Chatter. And when I find myself in my typing seat, glancing at the date of the previous post, it's nearly a week past. Almost.
I suppose it is what it is; this season. I'm busier in my daytime with teaching, increased work commitments, and even studio time for my art-making. And before I know it every day, it's school pick-up time, and then homework, and dinner, then bath time, and bed. By the time the dust settles on the daily routine, it's time to tidy up and ready the fort for the coming day ahead.
There's a certain comfort in the repetition. But it's also sadly amazing how fast a week slips through our fingers. And every weekend, I'm certain that we are more prepared for the week, that I'll be sitting here more in my abundant spare time carved-out, sharing the delicious baked goods we've been enjoying for our daily after school snacks. Telling you about the amazing things that the Craunlets are writing, and saying, drawing and building. And a good deal of it is even captured in photos, edited and already waiting on the desktop. Almost a post for Chatter.
And then I step away, and soak into the routine. And I'm sitting next to the 3rd grader and we are working on multiplication facts, and proof-reading book reports. Then a turn with the Kindergartner, and he is reading me a book, and reciting his sight words effortlessly. Next, I'm working on dinner, and noshing on a cookie pulled from the piles of delicious baked goods accumulating on the counter, whilst wriggling two difficult tiny Lego pieces apart, or styling Lucy's tangled head of doll hair to perfectly match the little lady's.
It's a richly rewarding season. One that finds me completely caught up in the joy of living. The savoring and the enjoying. The sweet cadence of time, and Team Craun.