November 18, 2007

Reflections...

From the deck at our old/new lakehouse it seems life can come to a complete standstill, reflecting so much more than the obvious. Water is like that for me... a crystal ball of images, most often blurry but sometimes so clear it might shatter. The season that is upon us is like that as well... so much real meaning to ponder, so much commercial distraction rippling our thoughts. Makes one almost hope that we will be forced to return to a simpler life in order to 'save our world and ourselves'... but I won't bet on it.

As noted on the sidebar, this blog is a reflection... isn't it cute to claim my view from the crest of the hill as if I haven't gone over it yet? Small point, it's my view and it might be from any point on MY hill. That's what I like about blogging... it's totally about my remembrances of my life experiences. And it prompts a stirring of interest in creating new work as if I were someplace back in time. That's what happens at the lakehouse... we transform into the 'young' couple we were twenty five years ago when we worked the house and land to make it the best it could be. We pay the consequences to be sure, but I can hike the steep hill several times a day and am in better condition for it! It's a good hurt.

Small world... I'm not the only one making this visit into the past, two of my fav comic strips, Tom Batiuk's Funky Winkerbean and Lynn Johnson's For Better Or For Worse are also revisiting their early years. Both artists have created novel ways to recapture the spirit of their early work. This is the second time in the life of the strip that Funky has moved ahead in time to catch up with the characters as they mature... in order to get to know the older characters, there are numerous flashbacks which are fun. FBOFW is revisiting the past when the children were young... a way for the artist to slow down but not retire... and I can relate!

And so it goes... life is little more than a comic strip which can be revisited at whatever point in time interests me without boring a captive audience. But I do try to keep an artistic bent to my blog, relating life to art and art to life. Speaking of which... as I wade through fallen leaves with colors so intense and varied they throb, I wonder at the nerve of a person with paint to try to do any better... or even 'capture' or 'interpret'...

Phoo! It don't get no better! It be good... y'all be good and enjoy the season...

4 comments:

Casey Klahn said...

I found your blog (again) through Gesa Helms, and what a great blog you have. Eclectic and fun to visit.

KJ said...

Nice to meet you, Casey. I enjoyed reading your blog as well. Thanks for commenting...

Martha Marshall said...

Karen, I've had to play catch-up here today. Your writing really speaks to me lately. Especially the part about lakes and reflections and family. Wonderful, evocative words.

KJ said...

Hardly original thoughts but they do tend to 'reflect' on real life, don't they? You're keeping quite a pace... make time to ponder it all ;-)