As I told my readers yesterday morning, I planned to spend my Sunday in the company of artists, most notably:
- Paul Nagano, a fabulous watercolorist and friend, who is leaving my hometown of Boston for Hawaii and
- Pat Metheny, my favorite musician and jazz guitarist, who used to live and teach in Boston, and now habitually tours the world.
I wasn’t sure if I was going to make all the planned rounds of my personally planned tour, yesterday, because I’ve been feeling tired lately. However, I did make my way back to Fenway Open Studios, no problem, for the second day of Paul’s “I’m Moving to Hawaii” sale.
On my way, I noted other kinds of artists:
Yesterday, because it was Sunday and because I didn’t run into a friggin’ Spartan Obstacle Course Race (mentioned and foreshadowed in this post, somewhere in my “artistic” ramblings), I had a much easier time reaching and parking near all the artists at Fenway Studios.
After I reached Paul’s studio, I heard today’s topic sentence
Are you the artist?
many times, as people — who were visiting Paul’s place and looking at his art — wanted to identify, engage with, and communicate their thoughts and feelings to the artist.
Usually, people asked
Are you the artist?
NOT to Paul
but instead to another Paul
who is a friend of Paul’s or to Chris
who is another friend of Paul’s. Actually, Paul has a lot of friends. That is another way he is an artist — connecting with people through friendship.
I’m sure that the other Paul and Chris have their own art forms … as do we all.
I told Chris, Paul, and other people at Paul’s studio that I was sad about Paul leaving us AND happy for his moving on to Hawaii. That’s one way I’m an artist — accepting and expressing lots of different feelings, even simultaneously.
And I had lots of feelings as I looked around Paul’s studio.
That’s Paul with yet another good friend of his, named Ted, who told us that another artistic friend made his one-of-a-kind shirt for him.
See? Artists are everywhere.
After I left Paul’s, I spent some time with my boyfriend, Michael (who is a cooking artist, among other things) and my son, Aaron (who I think is an artist at EVERYTHING but, you know, I’m his mother). Before I knew it, it was time to drive to Worcester, Massachusetts (where I’m sure there are lots of artists) to meet my friend Peggy and go to the Pat Metheny concert.
While I fancy myself a photographic artist (at least for this blog), I did not take any pictures of the trip to Worcester, but I did snap these at Peggy’s home:
Peggy, another “Friendship Artist,” loves her dog Lulu and she loves elephants. I thought her home was very artistic, too, but I’m not sure if I captured that.
Soon after I took that photo of the Hanover Theater stage last night, I heard this announcement:
The artists appearing tonight have requested no photographs, taping, texting, or cell phone usage of any kind, so please turn off your cell phones.
I think I might be an artist of listening, because I heard that and I then heard two hours of sublime sounds, created by Pat Metheny on guitar, Chris Potter on saxophone, Ben Williams on bass, and Antonio Sanchez on drums.
That’s “Rise Up!” (found here on YouTube), one of my favorite tunes from Pat Metheny and the Unity Group’s latest album Kin (<– –>). And the audience at the Hanover Theater in Worcester last night, which included many artists, did rise up, several times, during the concert.
Later, Pat and the other artists on stage performed a very artistic version of an old favorite of mine:
(“Have You Heard” by the Pat Metheny Group found here on YouTube)
Have you heard something I’m trying to express here today? We are all artists, one and all.
Time for me to leave for work, to engage in the art of therapy with others.
Many thanks to all the artists involved in this post today (including you)!