i woke up last night around four, thinking about all of the work that i have been making, and planning my day. My early thoughts are always intertwined with students (i finished teaching at 9:30 last night.) - things I should've said, things I wish I had said... and always hoping to be better, more clear and insightful and articulate.
I am balancing many streams at the moment, cups in the studio, a big mosaic/mural, small drawings, small sculptures wanting to be made. I was leafing through a sketchbook from about 4 years ago, I can't believe how many of the thoughts, drawings and ideas have found their way into the world. I thought I couldn't draw then, I was so hard on myself, I have been putting the time in, and can feel the effects, like any practice. Honing, honing... I have always written or drawn in some form, keeping a record. It still amazes me to find things that I have tracked, and followed and dreamed about have a way of appearing, sneaking up on me. Reminding me to be careful what you ask for. Be prepared to receive it.
