My studio is just right. Oh sure, I used to dream of a NY loft with towering windows and exposed brick, but compared to some of the places I have spent a great deal of time painting in - this is a small dream. It's 700 square feet of space with south, west, and north facing windows. It's just a short flight of stairs from my bedroom and the windows look out into a canopy of one hundred year old elm trees. I've got a sweet sink, two massive storage closets and enough floor space to work in several different corners at once. OH, and there's really horrendous carpet that's glued right down to the nice pine plank flooring underneath (eep!). But one day I'm going to find the strength to rip that sucker up and paint the floor (or maybe Dan will do that for me????).
But even better than all of that - my small people are close enough that I can hear them laughing.
I am living my dream.
AND, I am surrounding myself with art. It feels cathartic.
Today: it's a girl tribe day. I started a painting on Monday and I find it incredibly hard to break away from. I am obsessive like that when I'm in a groove with a canvas and I'm trying to do better. It's tough sometimes. I don't like to break for anything - not even to eat. BUT, that's challenging with small people. My humble goal today is staying in the now + being in the moment with these hearts that are growing too fast. And painting tonight when they have been tucked and are sweetly sleeping. ;) Coffee please!
GO!
