I need a little something by way of 'presentation' for a couple of cash gifts we'll be handing out on Christmas Eve. Without even realizing I've set an intention, I find myself in my studio, sheet of sandwich paper pulled out, paints selected, brush in hand, audiobook playing.
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wrapping paper |
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wrapped! |
I keep a steady, focused, get-things-done pace doing the work that is mine to do on this feels-like-summer day in June. Late afternoon finds me a little rough around the edges, the needle on my energy supply getting low, and my mind offering little by way of initiative or self-discipline.
But!
I take myself into my studio.
In mere seconds the work of the day falls away, and little sparks of timelessness and joy ignite as I rummage through a stash of sandwich paper enlivened by off-loaded paint, open a brand new package of what Jane Davies refers to affectionately as cheap drawing paper, select a beat-up paint brush, and dive into a jar of Utrecht Acrylic Matte Medium. I lose myself in color, in texture, in using my hands to create, in process—heading I don't know where, entirely content not knowing.
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work in progress |
