Studio Away From Studio.

I have had my little mobile studio set up in Connecticut for two weeks now, with five collages in progress (small ones, mind you) and a couple of drawings started. I am aware of how it's changing my process. From the airstream, to Evergreen Studios, to the PoetHouse, to Studio FiftyFive (what I lovingly named my home studio) the tempo of the process is dictated by the space surrounding it. I can't help but pick up on the energy around me. I would say this is the most concentrated I've been in quite some time. The scale that is produced by working at a small desk is much different to the last year of being sprawled out all over my apartment. I am giving myself the deadline of next friday for this latest batch, in order to have something on Etsy for the upcoming holidays.

A Bike. A Deer. A Record Player. Two Foxes. A Red Rabbit.

Thanks.

connor

granma and autumn

autumn and jenny

craig (looking so military.) 

 uncle owl and poppa 

After a flurry of activity that lead up to a long, long plane ride, Owl and I have spent a week trying to see life as it occurs closer to the ground.  As in under three feet.  We have been relaxing in Connecticut with Owl's fam, our niece and nephew being the main attraction.  

I could list on and on and on the things I am thankful for, they range from HUGE thanks for love and family and friendships- to quieter, more elegant thanks for things like the smell of the Cascades in Early Fall.  

Love, Love, Love

(and now, onto the desert.)