Studio Day then today.
What is really great is, I don’t have a list of tasks to complete by a deadline, one set by me or anyone else. I’m not naive enough to think this will always be the case, but a large chunk of me hopes it will.
The place, the space, the time, the alone-ness of today.
I have a sketchbook, materials to use in it. I have a small heap of fabric. I have scissors, needles and thread. I have a large layered drawing on the wall. I have absolutely no idea where that is going, except I wanted to celebrate the space by doing a drawing that involved me using my arms and legs, not just my arms from the elbows down.
I might tackle any of these things. Or none. I might start something new. Or as there is no one about to be disturbed or disturbed by my wailing, I might do some messing about with my song.
After the last few days, I am aiming for the empty head. No expectations of myself. I am treating myself kindly. I am sleeping well (Sleep! Eight hours at a time!) I am eating well, and trying to get myself moving a bit more. I had become a sloth.
I attempt repair. It’s going pretty well.
