demanding

The studio and I were seamless today.

That quiet kind of disconnect where the remainder of the world fades into the background and the only thing remaining is the making. It builds as a small quiet thing and then works itself into a tiny tornado.

No matter how often it happens, I am taken aback.

It has a mind of its own, my studio. And some days I simply move as it wishes, keeping my head bowed as I work steadily.