I’ve just returned from training in Vancouver. My first day in new surroundings always makes me a little jittery since I have difficulty finding my way around cities and unfamiliar buildings. When I’m in Vancouver my sister tries to teach me by telling me where we are and pointing out landmarks and saying things like “So, if you wanted to go to ______, you’d take the ________ and then the __________ and get off at __________." I just smile at her and remind her that none of this is sinking in and I am merely following her around. She does make me nervous when she suddenly starts sprinting to catch a bus I didn’t know we were getting on – there is always the feeling of ‘omg. I’m not going to make that bus and I have no idea where I am or where we are going!'
Ok, that whole paragraph was a digression - except for the first line.
The training was held in a school. (I took a cab)
I walked in the front doors noticing a sign that said “Visitors must report to the Office” but once inside I saw nothing that looked like an office. To my left was an auditorium where tables and chairs were being set up, but the name of the auditorium was not the same as the name of the auditorium on my information sheet. I stood for a moment like a deer in a meadow, twitching my ears and trying to decide which direction to turn when around the corner came another woman who had the same uncertain look, so I asked her if she was there for training too. Between the two of us we figured out where to go and then I sat beside her and asked her a billion questions about herself.
As a child she had grown up in Rupert. Oh, what a small world! I really don’t remember how the conversation turned to art, but it did (of course) and then she told me she was an artist (smaller world!) I asked about her medium and she said she had worked for many years in oils but recently had to stop because she had developed a sensitivity to the toxins. She’d tried switching to acrylic but didn’t like it. I thought it might be the drying time but she said she didn’t like how different acrylic paint looked after it had dried. The solution to this is Golden brand. Nothing compares. It is luminous and rich, wet or dry. I also told her about Golden Open Acrylic which has the slow drying time of oil. She showed me some of her beautiful paintings which she had on her phone. So great!
If we had not both been new to the surroundings and wandering the halls at the same time, it’s unlikely we would have connected. I know that Golden paint will solve her dilemma and that the world is now deeper, richer and more vibrant with Susan’s paintings once again being created.
One or two more digressions... The mural was completed in October. There's a photo diary here. What a fantastic project! I'm now cooking up something with recycled cardboard given to me by Susann at Mountainside Gallery (another synchronicity event) and riding this big wild wave of life wherever it goes.
Happy December! Stay warm. Twitch your ears and pay attention!
Hmmm - if you believe in synchronicity, is there really such a thing as digression?