Seeing your way through

It’s been nearly 4 months since my last post here. In that time, we rebuilt a large portion of our basement and moved my studio into it. Thanks to that process, I now know how to drywall. Thanks to that process, I am writing to you from a space that feels like a sanctuary, and the appreciation I feel is deep. It lifts me up.

It’s been nearly 4 months since my last post here. In that time, I haven’t gotten much artwork done. In addition to the drywall adventures, we’ve also combined households with my father and youngest brother. The adjustment we’re all going through is real. My head has felt full and and my attention fractured. Add in some perimenopause shenanigans, and I have been feeling down.

This is life. This is making art in the midst of life. The meh, and the hell yeah.

So here we go! The series continues to unfold. The individual pieces are coming to completion. I’m finding the flow of the story, and seeing birds everywhere in it. Very unexpected. In fact, I’m seeing birds, and hearts, and birds becoming hearts, and hearts becoming birds. No lions and tigers, but oh my! Is it possible to carry a torch for a painting? That’s what it feels like. I’m falling in love.