Artfest withdrawal. I am having it BIG time. Right NOW!
This is the last year for Artfest - and I am not there. Last year, I was there. It has been a spring ritual for years.
For those who are wondering what I'm talking about, Artfest has been an annual art retreat for many years.You live, eat and sleep art. You talk art. And oh yes, you make art. You play, you laugh, you walk in the rain lugging 68 pounds of art supplies half a mile. There are 500 people and you feel you know them all. You take 3 classes with some of the most fabulous teachers around. You live by the water in funky old military base housing, which you share with ghosts.
In other words, you are in HEAVEN.
It's a loooooong climb to get there........
See some friends. Drink some sangria.
You soak up everything from every teacher and every student - every technique, every smile, every success, every failure. Then, you journal about it.