I took a break in my solitary adventure for lunch with Dorothy, or as I refer to her Art Tart #1. I'm Art Tart #2. We united 10 years ago in our mutual devotion to all things creative.
She and her partner in crime moved to the village of sand and fog some years ago from the mean streets of LA and into a charming house by the sea. I myself have set my sights on retiring one day in just such a village. Particularly one where shelves of fog rest just offshore, waiting for the right condtions to sweep them inland.
Unlike me, Dorothy has a toolbelt and knows how to use it. She can build anything. Take this for example. I don't know what you call it. How about a napping reflection chamber/ tree house?
Where once was a wall, there is now this. I think it's spectacular to have just such a spot in a studio. And oh what a studio Art Tart #2 has!
A lofty 3rd story perch. On this day the view was of fog, but other days it is of glittering blue ocean. She likes to crank up her IPOD and dance to Ricky Martin, make collages, carve wood, sketch, make soul cards, make digital art on her computer, and about a thousand other things.
If you want to know what else Dorothy's up to she has a blog. I would like to see more women who live vital interesting lives in their 70's, 80's, and even 90's blogging. Wouldn't you?
Wouldn't it be enlightening and inspirational to know what lives inside the minds of "older" women? The good, the bad, and the ugly. I for one, am all eyes and ears.