(The back ground music for this post is any song from Laura Izibor's Let the Truth Be Told cd)
The last couple of weeks have been great for being in the studio. If I were to make a complaint it would be being there gets the pistons firing so fast with ideas and there is no way I can work fast enough to attempt them.
Crowbonics: The Scroll came home just as I was nearing completion of Crowbonics: The Hymnal which morphed into something that I had not intended due to being excited and getting carried away with the scissors. After a couple of sleeps I'm okay with now having 2 new pieces instead of the 1 and I'm welcoming the opportunity to start over from scratch with The Hymnal.
The past couple of weeks I've also been finishing up "studies" that have been hanging around, some for over a year. Now they feel less like "studies" as I'm working with intentions towards a vision for them versus "let me see what this will do".
My stamina has been fueled by a new med I'm on for PH. I started on it over a month ago and my ability to take stairs has improved and I attended the art car parade with my daughter and 3 grandchildren (it was a very short parade of about 20 cars) and was able to walk a couple of blocks and back to my car. I'm still contending with mild to intense muscle inflammation caused by fibromyalgia but when I'm in the studio or the workshop I am successful at ignoring and working around the pain and making accomodations by pacing myself. It helps that I'm good at tuning out distractions.
The flip side of distractions is having interesting people visit in my studio. Two watercolourists visited who are also in the building and I learned there is a life drawing class in the evenings and the price of admission is usually a bottle of wine (or diet coke if thats your flavor). Michael, the artist behind me, brings his young daughter, prolly around 2yo, to his studio daily and she has the cutest voice and I love hearing what sounds like endless q & a. Since Janet, a neighbor, has moved in, being at the studio has the added bonus of socializing...after conversations with her, I'm dizzy with fresh ideas. She starts me down the path of brainstorming and I have to reel myself back (but its a super-fantastic issue to be faced with). And yesterday, I had two seperate visits from old friends that I had not seen either of them in six years. I was flooded with memories yesterday of things I had forgotten. But with good friends it doesn't matter the time or the distance...the rhythm of the heart returns and re-connects.