what "the space" did to me.

I have been thinking about my art and the little shifts and unfamiliar moves that have been going on...
and today or yesterday, some recent day, I realized that the work the space between took me out of the bedroom and into the rest of the home and now I can't go back.

I don't know if that makes sense- but it does to me. I started that piece, and it truly was one of the only figurative works I did out of the bed, out of that liminal strange place of bed and sleep.  The piece pushed me into the reality and present state of the rest of the house. But I have been laying in the bed for so long it feels totally terrifying.

With that said things are moving in the studio and that is good.