My life feels kind of opposite from most people. Summer for me is a time for long hours of work outside of my home. Much fun but long hours. What is summer to you? Time for vacation, to relax, slow down, right? For me summer is my “day job” that allows me to be able to spend autumn, winter and part of spring being an artist. Well, actually I’m always an artist, that’s who I am. So to rephrase, it is when I am able to do my art. So thanks to the summer months I have the freedom to create, explore, paint, post on my blog…and be the artist I want to be. There are two d ifficult times in this backwards living: the transition between working i n my studio, doing it on my own hours, no alarm clock, to all of a sudden getting up at 5:30 am and working 12 hour days outside of my home. As much as I like it, it is definitely a shock to my system.
When summer starts, the first thing I do as soon as I leave the house is go to Starbucks and get a “Venti” (the largest) cup of coffee. This to summer transition takes me probably 1-2 weeks. Little by little I get used to being up at the crack of dawn and about my business. In case you are wondering, I have (together with 2 other teachers) an awesome camp called Fun in the Sun which I have been doing for 20+ years.
So all this lasts for about 12 weeks. Wonderful summer days surrounded by amazing, fun, creative, children of all ages. Campers from 4-13 and counselors from 14-30ish. We go non-stop 7:00AM to 6:00PM+ from the very first day of summer break to the Thursday be fore Labor Day.
And then…it’s back to the studio with out any prior “Getting ready to….”. So here I am, back and feeling overwhelmed and a bit at a loss. No alarm clock (and still wake up at 5:30) get up and not sure what to do. First of all, I make my own coffee (OMG), not sure if I remember how to do it.
Then I have to figure out how to get back on facebook, twitter, update my blog, start painting, getting ready for a show…and I feel more like the little kids looking around on their first day of camp, not knowing where to go. “Me”…trouble with transition? I guess so! It’s been a bit more than a week and I am finally, well kind of, getting back to my “art” mode.
Where are all those wonderful children though? There is no one around…Up to two years ago I used to go directly from teaching to camp to teaching to camp, so I did not have a break to think about the transition, it kind of just happened. But now I have the privilege to go to my studio and create. I feel blessed & happy. At the same time…I feel like my painting,” Dazed & Confused”.