Isalos Fine Art

We're back in Stonington after some time away. It was a sort-of "take a deep breath before we plunge into summer" type of thing.  As always, it's a bit overwhelming to go out into the world. Honestly, I don't think I'd be living the kind of life I want to lead if I weren't a bit overwhelmed by what I see "out there".

I like to travel light, checking my bag so I can make my way through airports with nothing but the clothes on my back and a good book. Others lug complex systems of carry-on luggage, and electronic devices to ensure that during their short time on the plane, they won't be without their movies or music. 

Meanwhile, I'm distracted from my book by the patterns of the land below. I never fly without thinking of the Talking Heads song ("The Big Country"?) in which David Byrne sings about looking out the window of an airplane at the houses and baseball diamonds and such, and concludes "I wouldn't live there if you paid me." But then I found myself in just such a suburban backyard not far from the airport, eagerly pulling weeds and dividing hostas, blisfully unaware of my location, occasionally looking up as a jet roared off to somewhere else. No matter where you are, you're the center of your own universe.

Admittedly, I felt a little anxious to be without my computer, but it wouldn't have been the same break if I hadn't left it behind. Yes, I'm an ambivalent blogger. I'm not convinced that the overwhelming amount  of information at our fingertips improves our lives. It isn't always easy to keep it in perspective, and cutting-down on web time can be as difficult as quitting any opiate, like television. Sometimes it's best for awhile, to make a clean break. But here I am: back again.

We returned to Deer Isle just in time to take part in the Community Business Fair at the high school. We joined a bunch of other local businesses in the gym to talk to students about what we do. We were all set to answer questions, but most of the interest came from other "grown-ups". It is my humble observation that high school students are much more interested in auto parts and fishing gear than  they are in art. Oh well- we have a really good fishing gear and auto parts store. We coaxed a student to stand in front of the booth for a photo, pretending to be interested. Here I am, trying to sell her a free postcard. It wasn't an easy sell.

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