It wasn’t a productive week for art, though I did have a little more reading time than usual thanks to the several hours of flying to and from Chicago. I relish any time for thought I get, and that worked for me. It was good to be back in Texas; this time flying into Austin to drop off the boys at camp in the Hill Country and catch up with my brother. I drove out to see my former colleagues in Kerrville, picked up farm-stand peaches and pecans to my enormous delight, and generally gorged on tacos as one is want to do in Texas.
The scenery out there remains spectacular; as Georgia O’Keefe noted, Texas really is a Big Wonderful Thing. I worry about the enormous amount of development threatening to swallow pristine countryside whole, water limitations notwithstanding. The world is in a bleak place environmentally, and I can’t decide whether to devote my efforts to my great love of art, or my great love of nature. Perhaps doing both is possible.
In the most fortuitous occurrence since the pandemic, I get the entirety of this upcoming week entirely to myself. I plan to use it to read, write, sketch, and plan my next few months, and of course, to eat more tacos. Every opportunity in America is an opportunity for tacos.
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