Today- I went out on my porch with coffee and yogurt in hand, giving myself "permission" to read Subversive Stitch while I awoke. Then I had a flashback of the dream I once I had. Everyday waking up with the leisure of an entire day in the studio in front of me; coffee, lingering over my readings, my blog, walking to the studio, working all day, having one entire day committed to applications and such. Having the time and energy to go to the park afterward with T for an hour or more.
Now this poor little blog, barely hangs on, my studio is more then ever a practice of stitch by stitch, little by little, slow by slow not nearly enough time to linger and applications simply stack up unwritten and unsent, park time reserved for the weekends.
But at the same time there is a tiny part of me that knows this is good. My work has shifted so dramatically in motivation and concept, for me the maker, that I am totally excited as well as totally apprehensive. I know the work that will come of this will be more mature and less self-absorbed- which is a wonderful thing, I think? But oh how sometimes I miss that dream of a day being my everyday.
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4 comments:
well said
I totally get this. I feel the same way.
xx
You are not alone. Keep on keeping on!
Such is life, but we are so lucky to experience it. And, as you have said before, your experiences is what has made the person you are, and you are a pretty wonder-ful person and artist. It is what we make of these experiences that count and I am sure there are great things in front of you.
thank you :)
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