It was a long day today. Nothing bad, nothing out of the ordinary. Just seemed to stretch on for longer then it really was.
I came home and after pushing some things around in the mail pile, I wandered into my studio.
I flipped open my laptop and played this song:
I stood in front of my print table where I left a piece of white fabric the last time I was working in there. I planned to start a new project on Sunday and got interrupted and never got a chance to go back to it.
The music filled the room and I stared down that white piece of fabric. I didn't really have the energy to work on it but I studied it. The emptiness. The vast possibility that it had. Some people fear the blank slate.
I think its quite possibly the most exciting thing on the planet.
I wondered what passes through other artists' minds when they begin?
Do you feel excited? Empowered? Fearful? Tentative?
Or do you feel like you can conquer the world?
Even though I didn't work in the time I was in my studio tonight, I listened to that song and let myself fall into that unprinted fabric; knowing that this was my santctuary, the place where everything converged into perfect sense and harmony.