Relocated
what is this place?
In 2018 my little family moves out of Seattle. Financially it’s no longer tenable to raise our son here without Jason working for something awful like amazon or google. Me taking on any more work than I have = childcare, which just eats that income. The math doesn’t pan out. Being artists in Seattle also doesn’t work in this equation. Neither does rent.
Jason takes a job across the state in the WSU libraries. I loose all my work but get to move into a landscape I’ve been drawn to over and over (like my beloved grandfather was I later learn - and strangely, his grandfather too).
Or, nearly. I am in love with the Channeled Scablands, we a rent a farmhouse in the adjacent Palouse – an important difference. Both are mesmerizing and totally overstimulating.
At the time I kept thinking, can I actually live here? Will I ever get anything done with this MUCH all around me? It’s just constantly distracting and inspiring. What could I ever make with it?
Still feel this way.
This logbook is such a gift to the senses, to the imagination, to history. For some reason I had only read the first one. Maybe notifications aren’t working. At anyrate, you have such an amazing depth and range of thought, love and commitment to the unnamed, unknown. Truly inspiring.