Have you ever had a day that was kind of off and you didn't realize why? Today was that day. I spent Friday through Sunday working in the studio. I have a bad attention span. Usually 4-5 hours in my max. Sunday I lasted 7 hours. The quiet, alone time, creativity and focus that is associated with art and studio time has truly been theraputic these past few weeks. I obsess and live in my own head. If not for art I do not know what I would do.
Today I checked my mail and thanks to a letter I realized one month ago today my grandma passed away. And suddenly my off day made total sense.
Back to the studio on Saturday. Things to glaze. Pots to make. Ideas to explore.