"Imagine The View"
Dedicated to Daniel J. Turban
Through tragic events this past year, I found strength, solace, and peace through the introspection of my life and again the wanderings through memories of childhood. Vivid, free flowing memories of a child unrestrained by life and the challenges that constrain us as adults.
Again this year's event for the benefit of The Circle School has allowed me to find creativity that seemed lost, the concept of what CircieSeats is about and the uniqueness of the art created for the event reopened the door to creativity and the peace that accompanies it.
This year's work of art is the result of another sliver of so many childhood imaginings to my surprise I still possess.
As a child like so many children I loved to climb trees, rocks and hills, for the sole purpose of daydreaming about the view and what I saw around me. The view was always wondrous and allowed me to imagine strange new places, what it must be like to be a bird, or an animal, even a bug so high off the ground.
My love of plants and gardening came at a very young age, curious about how a rose knew it was a rose, or a tree knowing it was a tree. What guided the way it grew and developed, even how it got it's food to grow. I knew I ate with my hands and my mouth, yet the plants and flowers I so loved did not have hands or mouths, very perplexing.
I loved to watch various bugs climbing around the plants and flowers that surrounded me. I would sit and watch for hours as lady bugs, caterpillars, pill bugs and numerous other insects would climb up and up some all the way to the top! I knew I could never get all the way to the top, but I got as close to it as I dared.
Then I would imagine what the view must be like for these tiny adventurers, did they see what I saw? Where they daydreaming as I would? They were so small and up so high did they get scared as I sometimes did? I remember longing to know what it was like to be able to sit on the leaf of a flower, how much bigger the sky would look, how much different everything surrounding me would look. Was there something there the bugs could see that I could not see, because I was so much bigger? What would it be?
This year my artwork has allowed me to notonly remember my curiosity as a child, it has also allowed me to sit on the leaf of a flower and imagine the view.
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