Less snow and warmer...finally...
Right now I am typing this in front of a fire, listening to my friend play piano and having a quiet moment in the lounge.
Things have been strange here...good, but different. My work is going slow, as I do not have access to my comforts. No sewing machine, no junk stores, no digging through useless materials for information. I traveled the lightest I ever have, bringing next to nothing for supplies. It seems to be a good lesson for me, but hard. I am moving slower than I ever have and know that I am learning something new about myself in this experience. My days have been rather frustrating and I find myself fighting through my usual flow. It's interesting to see what happens when all of our comforts are suddenly removed from us...especially by our own hand.
The people I am meeting here are lovely. It's like being in art school, but everyone is an adult and we don't have class and all the art work is so amazingly different. We play a lot, and connect on a level that I have yet to have with artists that are strangers to me. There is a buzz and flow, and everyone moves like a wave together through the day. 3 meals a day at scheduled times keep us sort of in the same spot, plus we are split into specific buildings that house a group of studios. We are close in a funny sort of way, and I really like it.
Our studio, Barbara White, threw a party the first week and we dedicated an empty room for dancing and going crazy. It was a wild night with little sleep that led into the next day, where we celebrated the local Winter Carnival. Outdoor skating, sledding and snow croquet were all built into the package, and we all had an incredible Norman-Rockwell-hungover-and-in-a-snowy-wonderland place. It was all wrapped up with movies and popcorn. So nice.
For the first time in a while, I miss home. I mean, I miss my studio and my roomates and my friends. I want to be back in my nest soon. It's a nice feeling to actually want to go home for once.
This experience is teaching me something so valuable about my practice, myself, everything. I am once again shifting, moving through the waters blind, hoping for the best and trying to be easy on myself. It's hard, but I am trying. And hopefully I will have something to show for it when all is said and done.
Here are the most recent pics:
Enjoy!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bunnieworld/sets/72157613463459911/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bunnieworld/sets/72157613492941686/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bunnieworld/sets/72157613492967118/
Things have been strange here...good, but different. My work is going slow, as I do not have access to my comforts. No sewing machine, no junk stores, no digging through useless materials for information. I traveled the lightest I ever have, bringing next to nothing for supplies. It seems to be a good lesson for me, but hard. I am moving slower than I ever have and know that I am learning something new about myself in this experience. My days have been rather frustrating and I find myself fighting through my usual flow. It's interesting to see what happens when all of our comforts are suddenly removed from us...especially by our own hand.
The people I am meeting here are lovely. It's like being in art school, but everyone is an adult and we don't have class and all the art work is so amazingly different. We play a lot, and connect on a level that I have yet to have with artists that are strangers to me. There is a buzz and flow, and everyone moves like a wave together through the day. 3 meals a day at scheduled times keep us sort of in the same spot, plus we are split into specific buildings that house a group of studios. We are close in a funny sort of way, and I really like it.
Our studio, Barbara White, threw a party the first week and we dedicated an empty room for dancing and going crazy. It was a wild night with little sleep that led into the next day, where we celebrated the local Winter Carnival. Outdoor skating, sledding and snow croquet were all built into the package, and we all had an incredible Norman-Rockwell-hungover-and-in-a-snowy-wonderland place. It was all wrapped up with movies and popcorn. So nice.
For the first time in a while, I miss home. I mean, I miss my studio and my roomates and my friends. I want to be back in my nest soon. It's a nice feeling to actually want to go home for once.
This experience is teaching me something so valuable about my practice, myself, everything. I am once again shifting, moving through the waters blind, hoping for the best and trying to be easy on myself. It's hard, but I am trying. And hopefully I will have something to show for it when all is said and done.
Here are the most recent pics:
Enjoy!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bunnieworld/sets/72157613463459911/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bunnieworld/sets/72157613492941686/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bunnieworld/sets/72157613492967118/