Jim Mottis an artist on a journey. He's traveling across the country, trading his art for the things he needs to survive. The twist is he paints for the person he is trading with-their lives, their front porches, the view from their windows.
What a wonderful way to both share and grow. To go into a stranger's home and show them that the view from their window is, indeed, art-that is a priceless gift. Sitting here, still stuck in my "who am I, what am I, what should I be doing" rut, the idea of what this man is doing inspires me.
More than that, it comforts me. Someone ELSE went out, did something slightly off key, and the world is still spinning. Oh jeeze, am I really such a sheep?
My Virtual Bike Club is taking off-people are latching onto it to give themselves hope for a healthier new year. And I pedal away myself as I think about riding with my virtual sisters who are also pedaling away.
My local bike club is still in the planning stages, but I'm trying to piggy back on to a city initiative to get some free support/publicity.
My heart does lie on the open road, but for now obligations keep me in frozen Oklahoma. The lesson I need to learn here is to see the art outside my own window.