Updated: Feb 7
Spending some of my down time working on the new website, hanging at the studio while social distancing and trying to concentrate on my work.
So much has changed in such a short time, it really is hard to wrap ones head around it and try and function without all of the tragedy swallowing us whole.
My work always goes through a choppy transition when the world is in flux. It is hard not to just scream at the canvas and slash it to bits. My head is saying do this and my hand and eyes are going in a different direction.
I have been listening to a lot of soothing music. Chopins Nocturnes, soulful jazz. Getting to the studio in the evening, being the only person in the building, A large building that was once a school. Seems odd for it to be so silent when it was once filled with the chatter of children.
Everyday though, pushing past my desire to do nothing, moving forward with a quiet grace that once eluded me. Maybe this is the thing. The grace that we have grown into. Maturity that fits our frame, has found us while we were looking elsewhere for things we could never quite attain.