moving on - letting go
We closed on our home in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico last week. Wow.
As many of you know, I am not an artist by training. I am a physician. A pediatric intensive care physician. But no longer. As of July this year I am retiring from medicine. My husband Mike and I - along with our dog, Bert - are moving to Mexico. I am moving on. It is time, and I am relieved, excited, and inspired. My life can now revolve around art: painting, teaching, and Squeegee Press. But moving on requires letting go. I am leaving our beautiful apartment, my big, light-filled studio, my home-of-twenty-years, the Bay Area, and hardest of all, the amazing community of friends and family here we love so dearly. But that is how it works. To move on means to let go and to trust that beautiful, meaningful things lie ahead.
Things are changing in my painting, too. Am I moving on from my big, textured, monochromatic pieces - work that feels so personal and so deeply ‘me’? But shapes, lines, lighter colors, and new surfaces are pulling at me. And for now at least, I must let them. As with our move to Mexico, I am going to trust that the forces pushing me to move on in my painting are deep, knowing forces inside me. If I am honest, however, this letting go, the one in my painting, feels a bit more scary than moving…that surprises me even as I write it down.
What has been your experience of ‘moving on’ and ‘letting go’ in your artwork?