I have been busy the last few days working on getting ready for Artfest. This is my big yearly trip to Port Townsend, Wa. Why do I go?
I go to commune with other artists. I go to get that feeling of walking into a room and wanting to throw my arms wide and shout "My people!" I go so I can spend time with folks who "get it".
I go for the hugs from old friends and the fun of meeting and making new ones. I go for the smell of the ocean and the sea breeze blowing on my face as I cross the parade ground. I go for the laughter, for the "ah ha!" moments, for the joy of self discovery.
I go to sit around the dining room table late at night with my girlfriends having snacks and sharing stories. I go for the beach party and roasting my one token marshmallow to a crisp. I go for treasure hunting in the art asylum. I go to peruse all the wonderful little shops in town and the buying frenzy of vendor's night.
I go to take photos to capture the wonder of it all. I go to enjoy the turn of the century architecture. I go because I love to drive and take road trips. I go to fill up my creative well to carry me through the next year. I go because it feeds my soul.
25 days and counting...