My schedule this time of year is no different then anyone else's. I'm dodging the crazed people while trying to shop and running a mental checklist over and over again to make sure I didn't miss anything for the holiday at the end of the week.
Its a hectic ending to the year, always is. I bought a 2011 planner yesterday which means I'm already looking into the new year, jotting down things that need to be done for the many projects on my plate. I'm trying to work ahead so that I can keep developing new things, I want to keep the momentum going.
Yet with all the things spinning around, my mind keeps pulling back to my studio and the new piece laying on the print table. Its to the final stage, just need to do some stitching. I have two more waiting on the design board and the enthusiasm I feel for these new pieces has been...surprising, welcome, needed.
I'm no different then any other artist, I doubt where I'm going and why I do the things I do. I find myself hesitating at times and debating things. (I'm exceptionally good at arguing with myself.)
But then there are times like these, when I walk into the studio and just know.
I know that when my hand reaches for the threads to figure out what color is needed, they will reach for the right one.
I know that when I hide myself away in my studio for even a few minutes, that peace that is only mine will settle down over me and tell me I belong.
I know that without art, this life would be less bright.
I know that I am lucky to be one of the ones who knows.