I just arrived home from a trip to Sackville, New Brunswick to see my dear daughter Shoshanna and her family: my adorable granddaughters Ava and Zoe, and her comforting husband Peter. It's good to go, and good to return. There is an exhilaration to zooming away from your life, and there is a distinct reassurance about the nature of reality when you come back to your piles of Stuff That's Still There.
The emptiness of my new studio space, perched high in the dormer of our crazy house, is welcoming. Not the intimidation of the blank page at all, but an invitation to creativity.
My friend Betsy, looking at my tiny workspace off the kitchen, remarked, "I'll bet you could be so much more creative if you had room to spread out." I took that observation to heart and grabbed at the chance to expand my space. Plus, it's way up in the air, and we all know what moving upward symbolizes.
I'm collecting all sorts of odds and ends furniture and storage containers for the space. I'll show it to you in stages.