These past days have been full of sun and breeze here in PDX, and I've spent many hours in the studio with the windows open, swaying in the warm, dry wind.
The studio was once used as a chapel for a baptist school that occupied the entire building. The carpet is a beautiful, bright red and you can see the outline where the stage or podium set in the middle of the room. Windows are dated, abundant, randomly opaque and translucent rectangles on 3 of the 4 walls.--gorgeous creativity in a warm red tone and the still small voice of the Spirit of the living God.....
Usually, I bring the kids with me, and they work and play by my side. I've found that there is solace in the unpredictability and accidental atmosphere they carry with them and it pushes me into greater depths of understanding the beauty of "accidents" in my own work. It wasnt always this way. I used to enjoy working by myself, locked away, an island of inspiration surrounded by a mass amount of ego. Ive become addicted to the sounds of their little souls clamoring about making forts or painting with water colors or tipping over containers they shouldnt have touched to begin with.
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