Leisure Time. 6″ x 6″ Oil on panel. Fond memories in this camper circa 1971.
Recently, I have noticed books, websites and podcasts for creative people about finding your authentic self – your true self. Reason being, if you can tap into that, your art-making will be inspired from within, thus you’ll create more authentic and genuine pieces. Why is this an important and necessary process? Your art needs to have integrity. For you to defend your art as the “real thing” it needs your truth. When the art you make comes from within, you will see it on the canvas. It has a ring of truth. Your art will stand out and bring you peace. You will look forward to creating and sharing.
So how do know how to find your truth? Your story? We all have a story, a point of view. I wanted to find my truth. Should I read books, take personality tests, Google and listen to podcasts? My discovery of my story was relatively simple. I stopped looking outside to find out who I am. No one knows me better than myself. My experiences, likes, dislikes, memories, ideas are only mine. I thought about it for a bit and looked at the work I most enjoy making and sharing. Then my story revealed itself. I’ll share it with you!
I’m a girl who loves the 60’s who was raised by a genius scientist and an alcoholic mother with a heart of gold. While she attempted domestic life, our suburban development house overwhelmed my mother. Four kids kept her busy. Erma Bombeck was her idol and voice of sanity. Someday, I’ll share the whole story. For now, let’s just say I watched a lot of TV to show me what normal life was. I yearned to live in the Brady Bunch house. One fond memory I had growing up was camping at state campsites in the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York. We were all crammed in a popup camper. It felt so great to be with other kids and families doing this “normal” activity. So, camping has a strong hold on me. I have a log cabin in the Adirondack mountains which I use as a studio for summer painting. I love pine trees and the color of pine needles. That’s who I am. I love vintage and the Adirondack landscapes. A lot has happened in my life along the way, but I can honestly say my love for life in the 60’s and the mountains pretty much consumes my thoughts. Simple? Sure. And for now, that’s just fine for me. What’s your story? Listen to your inner voice….shhhhhh. Hear it?
Staying cozy in the Leisure Time Camper, 1972. I’m the happy one in the back.
P.S. Timing is everything. I just started reading Larry Moore’s book, Fishing for Elephants. If you are struggling with finding your authentic self and your inner voice isn’t screaming at you to get your attention, Larry can do it for you! It’s a great read so far. Good luck in your journey, may you be at peace with your story.
The perfect summer icecream treat! Just what kind of orange icecream is that? Is it sherbet? Whatever it is, I’ll take it slightly creamy and melt-y! The only problem with icecream is when it’s gone! Just delightful!
Orange creme icecream cone-orange and vanilla twist icecream
Highlighted Route: Morning coffee and a map-planning out the vacation- where will we go today?
Long gone are the days of getting a big old map and a highlighter and marking your vacation route! What a way to plan a vacation-with all those dotted towns and cities. Remember reading the key (legend) and trying to make sense of what all those little marking stood for? The only trouble with the highlighted route is missing all those wonderful pitstops along the way!
Cherries! I prefer my cherries with sugar between two flaky crusts, or in the form of a gummy candy. Growing up, I never ate cherries, the fruit. Now I have a better appreciation of their actual beauty! Cherries are such beautifully shaped fruits and actually are yummy to eat out of a bag…or a jelly jar (Ok, they would be better in this jar with sugar!)
Jelly jar glass with cherries
Picking out a campsite is an art in itself. It has to be level, not too close to neighbors, nicely wooded, and a big old pine tree doesn’t hurt. In fact, the more pine trees, the better! I love the pine needles- their color, smell and cushioning underfoot. The late afternoon or evening sun has a way of giving a special glow to a campsite, making it feel safe and warm…..until the sun sets!
Campsite with picnic table, early morning sun.
The orange roof. Some artist designed Hojos fully aware of how wonderful that roof would look against a blue sky! Genius! Howard Johnson, thank you! You gave us a wonderful hotel, orange sherbet and a restaurant that made the BEST cheeseburgers. I feel for today’s youth, they don’t get to fully appreciate the whole experience. I imagine being on vacation, and pulling into a Howard Johnson’s for dinner. Life just got a little better!
Howard Johnson’s (HoJos) Bright orange roof inviting guests for cheeseburger, fries and a vanilla milk shake. And a cocktail!
Seeing an old wooden boat empty is one thing, but seeing it filled with people riding on top of the water is something totally different. I become instantly jealous when I see “those people” lucky enough to be riding in one, like “jet-setters” of the Adirondacks. Most folks aren’t so lucky, but those people…..!
Wooden boat with happy people speeding across lake!