I can't believe it's the last day of the residency. I already miss the rhythm that the other artists and I established together. The past few days was a time of not having to worry about much other than continuing to focus on the work in front of me. It was a gift I didn't even know I wanted. The community from my grad school came together and provided meals for us; they brought food that was organic, thoughtfully prepared, and given with a blessing. To say we were being spoiled is an understatement.
At our last breakfast together we spoke about how we seemed to show up in each other's work in color, theme, and experimentation. Ideas trickled over into other people's work. One of my favorite parts was visiting each artist's space to see where they were in their process.
I'm incredibly grateful for the people I've met since moving to Seattle. The city has changed my life and the way I paint in dramatic ways. The adventure continues, but I hold the memory of this time very close to my heart.