I've had a busy first week living in my studio. I actually really love small space living, because I have a terrific knack for creatively organizing a lot of stuff into not much space. Each load of goods I bring over has been digested or assimilated, piece by piece, into the existing scheme. Or I'll move stuff around to accommodate. It's challenging and fun. Note: there's still a lot of household stuff that will stay at the old place until it gets moved into storage next spring. But I've got everything I need with me now.
BeeGee is loving his new home -- although he keeps looking up at me as if to ask, "Is this all there is?" Yes, darling boy, this is it, small and sweet. Check out the video of Beeg, just posted to his blog.
I've been collaging most days, getting my feet wet again, slowly getting back into an artmaking routine. I had the realization early this week, though, that I no longer need to feel such a compulsion to make art. I want to just be, more. Relax, take it easy, read more, breathe easier, let go of the drive I've always had.
I'm experiencing a fundamental shift in my way of being in the world. Looser, wiser, like I've suddenly become the person I've wanted to be for all my adult life. Like it's a whole new ballgame.