Next week I'm beginning an adventure into art, photography, nature, snow, and a whole lot of holy mischief. Quietly for the past few months I've been sitting with the decision whether or not to pursue an opportunity that was opened to me: and just before Christmas, I decided to go for it.
(For those who don't know, an artist residency is a time and place where artists can go, outside of their daily life and work, and dedicate concentrated time to their craft. It's a great opportunity to work, and connect with other artists.)
Sometime last year (summer, maybe?) I had the idea of taking from the work of Arts Pastor W. David O. Taylor to create an artist residency program through the local church. As I began to flesh it out, I realized I needed to better understand the concept of an artist residency so I did what anyone born in the past few decades would do: I Googled it. As I read through a few pages I found a program called Elsewhere with an open application, with a deadline of midnight, the day I found it. So, after perusing the application form, at 10pm I started and submitted it thinking, "What the heck. It'll be good to experience the process of applying," never thinking I'd get accepted.
A few weeks later I got an email welcoming me and offering me at 1-month stay in their program. I told my husband, and he told me I had to go for it, when else would I get such an opportunity. Reluctantly I agreed. I seem to have difficulty believing I deserve good things, or that I'm qualified enough. But I'm working on that.
March came around much quicker than I expected, and now it's time to leave - next week! Matt and I are traveling together to Colorado, to spend some vacation time before I check in. Then I'm being left to my own artistic devices for 30-days.
Just today I went to my favorite camera store and bought all my film. I've never spent so much money on film at one time. And I'm thrilled. My new (to me) Leica M6 is going to get a workout!