Friday, January 21, 2011

New Digs, I dig.

This last week found me moving again, from the house near Newport Market I shared with the lovely Jo, Adina, and Shahar, into a sweet little one bedroom that is a three minute walk from the studio.  Three minute walk to teach my Wednesday morning yoga class.  Three minute walk to Lone Pine for work.  This means I don't have to drive my car.  This means I am walking my talk.

The thing about moving, is that I get to look at the past for a moment.  Old paintings, old sketchbooks, bowls I threw in college get moved with me.  Sometimes I find them odd.  These same hands made THAT?  Ewww.  But it's also a reminder that I've been creating for quite a while now, and will continue to create... I find that satisfying.  Just a little aside.  Now, back to work for on the tape sculpture.   (I really must put photos up soon...)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

It is TOTALLY the theory of 3's ... whatever THAT is ... but I believe in it
Mrs M

thelittleprints said...

i have the same reaction to old work...even work that is only a few months old, in some cases. i guess time gives us a more objective view. it is a good feeling sometimes, actually...