And one long road trip to Canada.
I know it has been a really long time since I have posted, but I think I am still living in the same story that started with a garbage bag full of clothes, so I hope you will want to stay along for part two.
Where am I now?
Not in the Unites States. I crossed the Canadian border two Thursdays ago. The Canadian customs were alerted by the stack of 15 or so canvases in my back seat, so they designated me for a “random” search. They took my phone, my kindle, asked me what I was reading, searched my car, and searched my emails! They were very nice and pleasant as they were invading my privacy and after realizing I was too painfully ignorant to to answer questions with a short and sweet, mostly truthful, answer, they let me through, realizing I was not such an interesting stop.Little did they know that by the time I walk onto American soil again I will have increased my interesting factor by at least 100%! Because I am on an adventure.
I arrived at my final destination nearly two weeks ago. It is the most picture perfect Victorian home in the woods, by the sea, I have ever seen. You can see it here. I came here to paint. I came here to heal. I came here to remind myself that the order by which God framed the world is both essential to its beauty and all that it needs, all that I need.
I hope to leave this place with a visual testimony to the beauty of limitations when maximized by the freedom within them. I hope to sharpen my senses to see this testimony all around me. I hope to develop eyes to see this in myself.
If you have been following this project over the last year, I hope this all sounds familiar. Welcome to The Twenty Pieces Project II: Julie’s Adventures in Canada.
Images to come soon!