Up-swinging
Life is good...life is process...and in spite of everything I'm joyful. The energy I'm riding on today was generated from breakfast and gallery hopping yesterday with Juanita and Valerie. After I left them my mind and emotions begin racing around over what I was going to work on when I came home. This or that, or how about....sooo I had to slow myself down and ease back into my daily life by stopping by the art supply shop...but lo and behold, Juanita had the same idea and we bumped into one another there...it felt a little surreal since I claim Juanita as my quilt guru. I just knew I had to go home and get my hands "doing". Picked up some erasers and carving blocks and a sketch pad and black construction paper at the shop and driving home I was feeling pretty confident. So I walked through the door, handled the mail, checked email, spoke to Mo on the phone, looked up info on glassmaker Stephen Powell and checked the website for Kentucky Musuem of Art + Craft and discovered they are offering a program for artists to be awarded five months of studio space with the approaching deadling of January 15. I had a small art spasm...but it was just as quickly deflated as there is an age limit which I'm over by 5 years. I've called KMAC twice to inquire but had to leave messages both times...still, with the delay in actually talking to a person to see how hard and fast the age limit will apply, I'm riding high on the possibilities that lay ahead. KMAC is located in the heart of downtown and I can just see myself even with my physical limitations working out of a studio that has public access for 20 hours a week. I don't know if I'm being overly-optimistic (can there really be such a thing as being overly-optimistic? I mean, really?) or sentimental but what harm can there be in giving it a chance. I've long given up on waiting, waiting, waiting for everything to be just right before one takes action...the lights are never green or red all at the same time.
Back to "doing" art...yesterday, I didn't...never got arountuit. When all was said and done I crashed and have slept most of the day today...but, oh, yeah! when I finally did get out of bed (for good) I was still pumped, yet, more focused. This is what I'm doing...carving rubber stamps for later use on cloth. Digging the fluidity of the lines and curves contained within the block shape in the ones I've carved so far. 
I'm going to continue to wheeze (insert pulmonary humour) right along, so I'll catch you on the down swing or the next elevation of life ;) Peace...
