I made my way to the studio today, a Saturday, and it was easy to sink in to the painting on the easel. When it rains like today, the standard sounds of a ceiling symphony play, and the studio opens up portals like nostalgia. Lately, I am often floating in the existential considerations of “who am I” and “what do I want?”… basic midlife ponderings? It doesn’t feel like a crisis, luckily, just a mystical transformation in process. Being at the studio today brought a comfortable connection to the long held answer to those questions… I am an artist.
There’s so much more to all of that, but it’s too late again, almost midnight, and so I’ll have to return to this story soon.