In less than 2 weeks the kids will be back at school/kinder.
It has been a wonderful, wonderful holiday in so many ways – great for us as a little unit. The kids have sprouted like sunflowers and we have been pottering and adventuring. Exploring and expanding.
And I have been rusting.
In the most delicious, but dangerous way.
Lack of time in the studio has resulted in sporadic working (painting), which would be fine if I didn’t have a show coming up in the first half of the year. Lack of time has resulted in very limited head-space to plan, sketch and work out ideas before I get to the brushes, which has resulted in more than a few wasted sessions, and a bit of frustration on my part.
I am, work-wise, in limbo and feeling a little nervous and edgy.
The need to just get in and muck about hovers constantly. The need to be quiet and responsive is mandatory. The need to have just more than a little me-time is lacking. Hence the rust.
Creaky mind, creaky shoulders, creaky fingers and imagination.
Warm heart, big smiles, happy memories, full arms.
Rust changes, embellishes, shows previously unimagined depths, and weaknesses. Rust is beautiful and dangerous and needs to be managed.
And in 2 weeks time I’ll be missing them like crazy and saying it is far too quiet…..