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I live in La, work full time and dabble in art when ever I can. I would love to be able to do my art full time--who knows, maybe one day I will. In the past year, I started doing Festivals, trying to sell my Art. It is A LOT of work, but worth it. I have met so many people with the same interests as myself.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

A New Start

When the fall/winter shows came to an end--and leading up to the final shows, I had an overwhelming feeling that I needed to gain control of the world around me.  In saying this I mean "my little world".  I had been putting off the deep cleaning and sorting, trying to get ready for the last shows of the year.  I kept telling myself "Soon, soon you will be able to dig into this stuff and declutter.  Declutter and dust and putaway.  It was becoming larger-than-life, bothering me more everyday--becoming foremost in my thoughts.  Well, the last show was Dec. 11 and with only one piece left to complete (Christmas Present for my brother-in-law-the armadillo pictured above).  I dug in.  Starting in my bathroom and working forward through the house with one thing on my mind. I had to get this mess under control.  So, after 3 weekends of working in the house I feel like I have finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel.  My painted pony collection gleams and all of the other nick nacks sparkle.  Makes me wonder why I collect all of this stuff.  Way too much baggage, especially when it's dusting time. The christmas tree has been taken down and packed away for another year.  It always makes me a little sad.  I love Christmas more than any other time of the year.  January and February are so blue and depressing.  But in saying this, I know that spring is on the way.  A new beginning.  A fresh start for a new year full of hope.  I have many new projects forming in my head-and a clean studio to begin them.  I hope all who reads this has a Safe and Happy New Year--  peace for today and hope for tomorrow. F.

2 comments:

  1. You are so talented, I love this!

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  2. Thank You--My first, and probably last. My fingers are still sore from that one.

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