Sunday morning we took our last walk from our house...past the morning glories, north to the pool, and through the newly renovated park to the magical Bucktown Arts Fest.
So much has happened to me in the 12 years since I first exhibited atthis fest in 1995.It is the response to my work from that show thatgave me thecourage to pursue my artistic dreams. Over the years many of the otherartists and patronsIhave met have turned into treasured friends. So many people in thecommunity come by every year to say hello, update me on their lives, introduce me tonew babies and pets. It's a wonderful reunion with great art, friends,music, poetry, dancing and performance. I was pretty emotional at the endthis year. I know I tend to be too sentimental, but it’s the end ofan era for me with our upcoming move from the neighborhood. I'vebeen thinking about applying to the Port Clinton show next year, butrealized this weekend, there is no where else I would rather be the lastweekend in August than in Booth #33 at the Bucktown Arts Fest.
