I am going to be honest. Printing in the darkroom after a decade long absence was tough. There were times when I was in the safe light glow of the darkroom at the Scott Edwards Gallery, I felt like I was a contestant on "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" - using my lifelines and phone calls one after the other. With each call and conversation I gained more knowledge and retrained some old muscle memory in the interim.
It wasn't until a few days ago that a finished print emerged from my brushes and I finally felt like I was on the right path. The My Louisiana Muse project has taught me so much about how much PATIENCE I thought I had - and I really had none when it came to wanting to finish something. I can be the most patient person in the world but when it comes to having a quickly approaching deadline looming over me, I tend to rush. I also tend to get agitated, anxious, and short tempered. How's that for art being a "healing" medium. At times I wanted to break the brushes and call the whole thing off...but I continued to practice: patience. Patience...and it will all work out. And it is.