A commitment to the studio and my art

This could also be titled The Move #1385. I'm getting comfortable with fluidity and the maelstrom of moving into our new home which remains largely a beautiful space on a building site. It's easy to let those other "things" happen at the cost of studio time and arts practice. I'm inspired, a lot, by that deeper understanding that everything will always be needing attention and there will always be something or someone wanting to divert attention from the studio. To make sure it doesn't happen, I'm keeping tabs on my studio time, and more importantly my commitment to at least 1.5 hours a day (so that's 10+ hours a week worst case scenario) that I'm immersed in what grows my soul and brings me joy. The kind of joy where I lose all sense of time, and it's only the aching bones that suggest it's time to stop. That wondrous feeling of being immersed to the point of no distraction. When I'm in that space, I'm a better person and better able to deal with the necessary intrusions and interactions that simply happen.

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Making progress Trees #2

Repurposing quilts

I made a king sized quilt many decades ago for a friend and after many winters she returned it because of wear and tear. Instead of faithful service, stories and history, she saw something that no longer held value. There were tears and wear points, and the only other option if I couldn't repair it, was to throw it away. I suggested she give it back and I'd turn it into bags. Fifteen so far, and that used one of the side panels. Two side panels and the top of the quilt to go. I'll try to find some other ways of giving the quilt a second or third life, ever so glad it stayed out of landfill.

The Move Part I

Moving fortnight, rather than a day. We've loaded the vehicles and made the round trip each morning until only the heavy things were left for those with younger backs a.k.a the removalists. The advantage seemed to be in unpacking each box each trip so that when the "big day" arrived, everything was in its place except the studio. Not sure how the majority of boxes, crates and cases were labelled "studio" and it felt like the Sorcerer's Apprentice - never ending boxes from seemingly nowhere. Unpacking is a chance to renew an old acquaintance with materials and objects not seen since they were stored 2+ years ago. It begs the question about whether I need any of it given I've managed to create in a confined space while we waited for the build. Everything is being reviewed for the joy it brings, why it is in the box, what I will do with it, or can I thank it for its service and find a new home? A long, hard and muscle-wearying experience, but one that the ...

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