Deanne Fitzpatrick Rug Hooking Studio

Dear Diary, Today I was interviewed about making art along this shore. Why here? The answer, besides circumstances, was interesting. It made me reflect on this place, and to think of words to describe it once again.  I think the questions that people pose to you help you come to know yourself. I think of my friend who asked me, “What’s driving you now?”. How could I answer that question with out some serious reflection.
The interview today made me think about summer road trips along the North Shore, how blue the straight is, how brown the sand is, how sweet summer is, as I looked out upon the first blanket of white. Winter, so brilliant but so friggin’ tough. I walked around the edge of the property today. The orchard was more pristine than in the summer, but you could not lay under a tree a feel the warmth of  the sun on slivers of your back. There were no blue bells at my feet. Instead of meandering, I had to trudge. Everything but me looked elegant, as if it were getting ready for a formal party. I might have been on the set of a farm ready for magazine shots because the white, the creamy white down covered all the flaws of this place. The pond looked like there was a thin sheet of crystal laid over it preparing it for the arrival of a party of skaters. Everything was gorgeous, but my boots were heavy, my feet were getting wet, my coat was too warm. I was like a small child over dressed by a protective mother, overdressed and uncomfortable.  That is winter though, it is hard to get things just right. You have to surrender to weather and icy roads and accept that a storm could shut her all down with in an hour. Winter is for tough nuts. You got be strong enough to know how to surrender.
I think I am less inspired by winter because it is so difficult. As beautiful as it is, you know there is a lot of baggage with it, and baggage is tiresome. I was wondering today as I looked at all that beauty around me, how come I don’t translate this more into my rugs. So far that is the only answer I have; that beauty is not everything.

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