Don't Rule Out the Internet

This photo of me was taken by one of the artists in a studio nearby. I'm working on one of my current projects, painting on leather bags. I'm hoping I'm going to be able to get juried in so that I can sell my bags at Spanish Village. Two out of three judges have to approve the pieces.

Another artist passed this photo along to Bella, the Spanish Village dog, who also blogs. (See her posts at http://bellathedoginspanishvillageartcenter.blogspot.com/)

Nowadays everyone loves to blog. I do. I feel that I am sending my voice out into cyberspace and who knows who might "hear" it. I'd like to think I've touched someone.

About fifteen years ago, when contact on the internet wasn't so typical, I developed a friendship with a fellow poet who lived in Zimbabwe. I don't know if I influenced him, but he touched me profoundly. For one thing, he encouraged me to write a novel, something I had wanted to do for years. Someday I'll write another.

I think you can't help but love the internet. Well, I know there are lots of people who don't for one reason or another, but think about it. I can sit here at my worktable outside my studio with my netbook, which I take home and charge up at night and pack in my purse next morning, and I'm in contact with the whole world. I can write in my blogs; I can answer my email and write some of my own; I can look at photos to help me with my latest art project. I'm connected to the whole world.

I could sit here all day using the computer, but one thing I don't do is bring my power cord with me. That way I'm forced to put it away after awhile, but personally I think that's good. As much as I love the computer, there's a time to turn it off and get to work on my artwork.