On our way back from Atlanta a few weekends ago, we again took the back roads and stopped at the Monastery of the Holy Spirit. It is not far from the bustling big city of Atlanta, but it feels a world away.
Beautiful and peaceful it felt like a place for true retreat.
It's definitely a place we want to visit again.
And then... further on the road back to Savannah, we spied a sign for the Whistlestop Cafe from the movie "Fried Green Tomatoes." Come to find out, it was filmed in Juliette, GA!
It is one of my all time favorite movie and so we had to stop! It was the real deal - all the buildings from the movie.
The diner looks a little different than on the movie set, but the food was excellent and we had a great time!
I guess usually there's a long line to get in, but we were there early enough so that we got a seat at the counter. I have to admit, it was one of my favorite discoveries on this trip!
We wandered around for a little bit and looked at all the quaint buildings. Juliette, GA definitely has a sense of humor!
That was the last part of our visit to Atlanta. We are going back soon and are planning to explore some new places.
I'm back after being momentarily engrossed in numbers and tax returns - it's that time of the year! Today I'm going to show you one of my favorite exhibits at the Atlanta History Center. The folk art exhibit.
One of my favorite parts of that was all the fabulous pottery, much of which was made by the Meaders Family (I included a video about them a little further down).
Daniel and I love pottery and you can see it all around our home. And one of these days we'll add a face jug to our collection!
The video below is a short documentary I found on YouTube on the Meaders Family and worth watching.
Of course, there were other pieces of folk art that were also gorgeous!
So now there will be just one more blog post about our Atlanta Trip with some of my favorite photos. I've also been painting a little and will have more art to show you soon!
I hope you are all enjoying spring and the return of warmer weather! We are in a stretch of perfect temperatures and are enjoying it thoroughly!
Eight years ago today I started not just blogging but my creative journey. I started painting and blogging at the same time and I am still going strong! My blogging has lessened and the time I spend on painting dramatically increased.
I remember in the beginning making a little time each day to be creative and now it has become not only my passion but my profession. In some ways it seems like a miracle and in others I know it's because I started and never stopped. A lot of it is just showing up and painting.
In those eight years, I have finished hundreds of paintings, I've gotten published in an art book, painted many commissions (which I love doing), had my art in three group shows and had a big joint exhibit with Daniel. For the future I see much more of the same and I want to add teaching to the mix.
But all those accomplishments are just a by-product.
The real reason why I keep painting is this: by nature, I am a worry wart. I can't remember a time when I was not.
And going into menopause has made it much worse for me. I can live with it, but the only thing that really stops it is when I get out of my head. And painting does that for me.
When I paint, I am in the flow. I think of nothing. I worry about nothing. I don't try to figure anything out.
When I paint, I am fully present. When I paint, I feel the color. And the only thing I do is to follow each step in my painting to the next without a plan.
It is difficult to express something in writing that happens in the space beyond words. When I paint, the world makes sense to me. I feel connected to everything.
I never plan my paintings aside from the layout in a few cases. I don't plan the colors, I have no idea of the subject in most of my paintings, and even if I see the finished painting in my mind before I start, I still surrender to the process and allow it to lead me.
I think that's why I love each one of my paintings and have never had to deal with the inner critic. I know that my analytical, planning, critical worry wart of a mind is not in charge when I paint.
Rather it is that part of me that knows it is connected to everything, that can see beauty in all, that knows that mistakes don't exist and that loves the process even more than the end result.
All those things we define as success with being an artist are definitely secondary to why I paint. I am grateful that people love my art. Yet I know that even if I were the only one who loved it I would still keep on painting.
And on this anniversary of my blog I am extra grateful for all of you who have accompanied me on this journey! Here's to many more years together...
P.S. The photos are from the gardens around Swan House (see my last post) at the Atlanta History Center.