The Fair

I entered the Washington State Fair art contest . Its been 20 years since I’ve entered an art show but for some reason thought I would give it a go.

The opening for the show was Friday. There were so many people there you would think it was a New York opening. The reason for that kind of turn out was the amount of art displayed. There must have been 700 works of art there.

The quality of some of the paintings and sculptures were shocking. Apparently there is a ton of talent in Washington State. It was hard to see some of the work as real estate was valuable there. Every square inch had art. Some of the artists I knew but there were many that I was pleased to find out about .

I think that about million people go see this show so that is why so many “bring it” when they enter this contest.

The most important thing about his show is the chance to see the soul of Washington. It really is quite beautiful and even at times astonishing.

Home

Once when I was in France, in the south of France in a small village, I met a woman

She asked me if I was Sharika Roland and I said yes and she said she bought one of my painting in Seattle, while she was on a business trip. She lived in California. So I am in a small village in France and I meet one of my patrons.

Another time I had a couch for sale on Craigslist and the woman who came to buy it said she also was one of my patrons from the gallery in Seattle and she saw one of my paintings in the background of the couch ad and knew it was me.

How can this happen? What are the odds? Are there any odds or it is preordained.

That is the question. These are just two stories but there are more. So does my wish of meeting my patrons come about because of wild chance or something else?

Are we destined to meet each other?? I hope so because that is my wish of wishes to meet all my patrons in person. I did the painting for them alone even though I did not know them. It is only right that I meet them. The perfect circle of life.

Because of the likelihood that these occurrences were raw chance to me is astronomically impossible. I think it was meant to be and that is the most grounded you can be. Things are unfolding as they should.

Bella

My husband and I bought an old airstream last year. It is a 1986 Excella so we named it “Bella Excella”. Our idea was to set it up permanently on our lot and run an Air BnB out of it.

We thought it would take a few months to get her up and running but we were wrong. One thing led to another in the fix it up area and before we knew it , one year had gone by . That turned out to be a blessing though as it forced us to deal with our old pipes in the main house too so we killed two birds with one stone. It just took a long time.

Bella has turned out to be a sanctuary that we did not expect. We found ourselves hosting parties on the trailer and spending a lot of time doing special things with the grand kids. It is also where I like to write. There is something about the curvy walls and the red laminate table that is soothing to the soul. Nobody is angry in Bella, Our friends have a place to stay if they need and lots of time we just go out and talk in the tiny kitchen with the strawberry field pom pom curtains and have a cup of coffee.

I want to share it with Air Bnb people but now after a year I am having a hard time thinking they might not take such good care of it as we who love her do.

It might be time to call her what she is, a place to go to when you need a special place that turned out to be a retreat from the noise of life.

The Beauty of the Ordinary

There was a movie a few years back that was about a young poet who drove a bus for a living. He had a painter wife who would redecorate their home every day so when he came home there was always something new to find.

Ordinary people you see every day have the same infinite capacity for beauty. There is something unique about each person that is either there on display for is there to find . Everyone. Everyone . You just have to look for it . It may be buried pretty deep but it is in there somewhere.

This is something worth pondering . I know I have been looking at people on the side of the road asking for help and think about that. Somewhere in there is something wonderful. Buried treasure is under a lot of dirt too.