today has been a good day. today has been a sad day, and a good day. i cried some, i had to. and through this, i breathed. and then i had a piece of sachertorte. in fact, i had two, and shared some with a close friend. now i know i will keep on breathing. but isn't it ironic: my studio is up to scratch, now i am not.
my OPEN HOUSE intended for next month will not happen. i can live with that. renovation sits patiently, awaiting my return. the planned art exhibition for spring time 2016 will happen. for that, i am returning to drawing houses. while traveling last summer i looked at many houses, and wondered.
when drawing houses, i dig into a still place within me that will always bring me back to me, to what i want most, to what i need, to what i own. from that spot i feel i can offer anything. maybe my passion for particular farmers' builds, small animal shelters and allotment sheds will grow. i will let that happen.
my heart and soul have known the answers all along: descending the abyss and striking a match down there is scary yet paramount, and i'm gonna do that. i will bring a box of matches, i will explore and i will keep breathing. i am happy to return to my "home drawn" brick and mortar. and i wanted to share that bit of news, with you, my most kind reader.