Its time to get this show on the road…
…even if I don’t have a clue where its going. What I do know is that it IS going. I don’t want to spend a lot of time overthinking this thing. Right brain, not left. Feeling, not logic.
It’s time people. It’s time to get back out there. Be with each other, in the sunshine, sitting around campfires, belly laughing, creek wading, porch sitting, camping, adventuring, dancing, dreaming, visiting, being neighborly.
Let’s catch up. See how we’ve all been faring. There’s a new spirit emerging, a higher vibrational frequency on our Mother Earth, and its time for us to come together, in smaller groups, and start BEING a new, higher vibrational version of ourselves.
This roadshow is meant to be a container for all the multifaceted, cross disciplinary forms of art, creativity, and people, I am drawn to. It is a rambling, rolling, rumbly-tumbly, train-track-clickity-clack, bric-a-brac, jump-back, look y’all the junk man’s come to town, kinda gig.
Maybe I should just share my own journal notes about this thing;
“…throw into all this mix, so many different moving, shifting, morphing, evolving, pieces/parts; pop-up camper, finding/buying land and building some kind of cabin, traveling/camping/overlanding, traveling crones, teaching/mentoring/learning, and workshops/gatherings/creating, and laughing/campfires/art. Maybe THAT’S the roadshow. I can’t quite grasp all the bits and bobs and strings and strands of it just yet…
… just wanting to travel and explore and love and laugh… and campfires dammit. Campfires. Nature. Mother nature. the natural world. How does this fit into…art? I don’t know. I’ve never known. I just GO, only I haven’t GONE… anywhere in a very long time, and now it’s time to go again.”
Yeah. What she said.
So we bought a pop-up camper…
Yeah, so we’ve just recently purchased a sweet little used, but well loved and cared for, pop-up camper. We’re very much looking forward to getting back into camping. Long weekends. Short excursions. Little adventures. And dare I mention campfires again….?
I am also beginning to work with more tactile, analog, and hands-on methods of photography; wet plate, pinhole, polaroid instant film etc, and somehow, alllllll of this is going to come together in a beautiful swirl. Or a beautiful mess, like picking up trash in dresses… (who got that reference?)
Wait…who’s the Crone?
First a nod to the nomenclature; a crone is a post-menopausal woman; menopause is a point in time 12 months after a woman’s last period.
Therefore, I’m the Crone in this here outfit. I may not be the only crone, but I am THE crone running this here roadshow.
Does a Crone have to be old?
Like the Ouroboros – the snake who swallows its own tail – I like to think of Crone energy and Child energy as two points on the same continuum. In every child lies the unvarnished wisdom of the ages (…out of the mouths of babes…) and in every Crone there resides the untarnished wonder of the child. Age and wisdom do not necessarily conflate.
What is the point of the Roadshow?
Well, I’m an artist, and I often use photography as my medium of choice. I want to connect with interesting, high vibrational human beings of ALL age ranges, backgrounds, ethnicities, experiences etc.
I want to tell our stories, share our wisdom, and change the world for the better.
So maybe you’ll let me photograph you, and maybe you’ll let me tell a bit of your story. And maybe, down the road, we’ll have a book….or two, that will come from this group endeavor. And in the meantime, in between time, let’s have an adventure worth talking about.
My mother is a bridge…
Pssst! Look up! See that artwork? That’s my mother, when she was 11 years old. I created that image from an old photograph in one of our family albums.
I depicted her standing in the big middle of a cotton field, because it visually reminds me of the cotton fields I grew up surrounded by, during my Alabama girlhood in the 1950s and 1960s.
My mother is a bridge between those cotton fields and rockets in space. Which my father helped to put there….but that’s another story, for another time.
I’m figuring it out as I go along.
At some point I will figure out how to best post my comings and goings, and how to connect in real time, and how to find the stories I’m talking about. Sometimes you just have to….begin;
“Begin the work even though you cannot see the path by which this work can lead to your goal. Do not block your power with your current understanding.” — Paul Krafel
Truth and authenticity, the struggle is real.
“I struggle with how much I like things to be pretty, and where to STOP editing and nudging and then just wandering completely off into the weeds and losing sight of the whole damned thing until I turn around and realize I have a string of people following a now faded and frayed VERSION of myself.” — Deborah
And that is why I’m not on Instagram, because the struggle is real…
Don’t expect me to be out there with my iPhone frantically trying to “brand” or “market” any of this, or constantly posting in a desperate effort to be “relatable” or “trendy” or to be, in any shape, form or fashion a SOCIAL MEDIA INFLUENCER. Another word for influencer is “manipulator”. Word magic is real, and the buyer should beware. Remember? This IS a traveling roadshow, and I could be peddling snake oil…
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Why won’t introverts answer the phone?
Because we’re introverts. Duh.