Sunday, January 11, 2009

the other night....

Here Now.

9:30 pm, and the household starts to settle down for the night.

I spent a few hours making puppets with the kids tonight out of funky scraps of felt, fabric, eyeballs, etc., that I bought for 3 bucks at a local thrift shop. It felt great to create something whimsical and to sit and laugh with the kids.

The jury is still out on how much I can commit to the blogosphere.
I like to spend my time in certain ways.
With my family.
With my friends.
In my studio.
With a cup of coffee, by the fire.

In the studio, my funny big studio with two big windows and no water and no bathroom and sporadic heat. Where I play my favorite music and sing, sing sing along. I scat with Kurt Elling. Sang it with Erykah Badu. I paint. I drink coffee. I sit on the sofa and look at what's on the easel and try to let it squeak it's intention out to me. Sometimes I'm too tanked up to hear it. Other times, it's like a funny little secret we share. I put paint on, and take it off. With sand paper, xacto knives, a wet cloth, a dry towel. I burn it, rub it, scratch it to reveal the little messages, colors, shapes, memories that lie beneath.

Right now, all of my current work is out on exhibit, so I have a studio full of new possibilities. It will be fun to see where the materials take me, and what kind of secrets they'll share with me.

Right right now? Shower. Bed. Drift. Dreams.