K.D.Lang’s version of “Hallelujah” is my absolute favourite and periodically I take to YouTube to look for her other performances. Of course I went down the rabbit hole and ended up listening to an old interview as well. I’m glad I did because in it she said something very wise: “If you just celebrate the fact that you get to be creative, it’s a totally different ballgame than if you look at it as a means to an end.” Yeats said “Who can tell the dancer from the dance.” I am a painter if and when I paint. End stop.
I was assured that retirement meant that every night was Friday Night and every day was Saturday. There’s a happy truth in that. But I’ve been noticing that life has been getting busier and busier again. I am still the kid who did her homework first. Don’t get me wrong: I actually like housekeeping and gardening and entertaining and outdoor activities and running errands. But add in art shows and publishing a weekly blog which purports to be about art (even when it’s not) and I realize that gradually less and less actual painting occurs. When it does happen, too often time’s winged chariot is chasing a deadline, and many years ago I promised myself and my blood pressure to be smarter than that. I know you understand.
While I may or may not occasionally post, I will most certainly maintain the gallery (zannekeele.com) and its link to the blog if you wish to reread anything. I will also finish cataloguing the subjects within the archive. With any luck, the gallery will contain more work in progress than there has been during this last year.
So I will say a warm good-bye and and
sincere thanks to all of you who have shared this journey. While it occasionally felt like giving birth to an elephant, on the whole writing has been such a joy. Be well. z
I was assured that retirement meant that every night was Friday Night and every day was Saturday. There’s a happy truth in that. But I’ve been noticing that life has been getting busier and busier again. I am still the kid who did her homework first. Don’t get me wrong: I actually like housekeeping and gardening and entertaining and outdoor activities and running errands. But add in art shows and publishing a weekly blog which purports to be about art (even when it’s not) and I realize that gradually less and less actual painting occurs. When it does happen, too often time’s winged chariot is chasing a deadline, and many years ago I promised myself and my blood pressure to be smarter than that. I know you understand.
While I may or may not occasionally post, I will most certainly maintain the gallery (zannekeele.com) and its link to the blog if you wish to reread anything. I will also finish cataloguing the subjects within the archive. With any luck, the gallery will contain more work in progress than there has been during this last year.
So I will say a warm good-bye and and
sincere thanks to all of you who have shared this journey. While it occasionally felt like giving birth to an elephant, on the whole writing has been such a joy. Be well. z
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