Its not that I haven't longed to post something, I'm just here, juggling a gazillion things, trying to get through each day. My life is filled up with no room for reflection, let alone art-making of any kind. My teaching has entranced me this year. I have an amazing group of students who make me laugh, who think like artists, who come from all over the world, and who occasionally, like today, cry on my shoulder. I am breathing art. I think about composition, about color, about form all day long. I am learning some days and some days I am failing. I research, I learn, I teach, I counsel, I listen. Occasionally I pause to deal with a flea-infested cat, a nail in a tire, a dwindling savings account...
I am immersed in the trials of living with two small girls, one of whom wants to rule the world. The other just wants to lean on me for all of eternity. In the 3 hours that I see them each day, they pull, hit, tug, push for my attention. They chase each other at lightening speed around the house, hoping I will look up from cooking dinner to enjoy their laughter...and then appreciate their anger or pain as one of them hits the hardwood floor with a thump. Each day I research, I learn, I teach, I counsel, I listen.
Sometimes I even try to get a cuddle.
