She's learning the spaces she leaves
Have their own things to say...
I'm always working to fill, fill, fill. Fill the time, fill the canvas, fill the to-do list.
Its easy to skirt past the spaces. The little places where life percolates in quiet concentration, waiting for its chance to break free and move into action.
This is the way its been in the studio the past few weeks. A frantic dance of filling and a gentle stepping back to breathe in the spaces left behind.
Its music, fate, comfort, the place I belong.