All My Inspiration

In many ways, early January is my favorite time of the year, because in Western society, it brings momentum.  I crave momentum by early January.  Living in the north, this momentum is magnified by being able to spend as much time indoors as possible, as the gardens are deep asleep.  My interior life has no edges during this part of winter, and my thoughts skate endlessly with the snows.  I revel in the blacks and whites and shades of gray, thinking carefully about color...restrained thoughts of color. 

I am filled to over-flow from the holidays this year.  Filled with the renewed awe of,  and endless love of family and friends.  My discipline for a month, was to practice none whatsoever.  I succeeded.  I have brought that lack of discipline back up into the studio, where I let the hours go by without interruption, dream big thoughts, and contemplate new directions.  The space in my head has never been so large, nor have I ever been as excited about what will come from this.

The picture is my family...a very large part of my inspiration. 

Where DID those Muses go?

They seem incredibly buoyant,  tanned and well-rested upon their return.  They also seem quite amenable to staying for awhile.  They really don't feel compelled to explain their absence for the past three years, or what that has meant to my Studio Life.

With their return I feel a great sense of relief, a giant exhale.  NEVER have they taken off for such a long period of time.  No word, no attempt to reassure.  Gone. 

Those three years felt very long.  Not only was there a complete lack of inspiration, but Studio Life was usurped by a long run of challenges.  It was a slog . . . to the point that I'd dubbed 2015 'The Disease, Deconstruction and Death Tour'.

Now they are back!  Their return as mysterious as their disappearance.  I imagine them having frolicked in studios, writing rooms and at kitchen tables across the globe.  I caught awesome glimpses of them through the work of others.  I learned long ago it is of no use to try and fathom what just happened.  Why three years?  Why return now?  No, my job is to simply be present to what I have now.  Now I see them.  Now I can submerge myself in letting the inspirations fly!  

No saint am I, I DO have preferences, and I prefer Studio Life in the company of the Muses.  Welcome Back!



Place and Pattern

I live in Idaho, in a place where a river runs along the edge of the foothills, and the foothills turn into mountains that sustain their momentum into British Columbia.  Idaho has challenged me to continually look at my art with new eyes, and to develop a relationship with the place I live.  My lifelong fascination with pattern and symbol has been deeply affected by this beautiful place I am privileged to live in and interact with.  Place has offered to inform me how it can amplify my work with yantra and my understanding of Divine.  Place fills my eyes, my thoughts, my heart with patterns and colours that are alive and demand my presence in the moment.  Place has anchored me, and unchained my consciousness.

Being a studio artist involves the choice to be in my own quietude a good portion of my waking hours.  Through this blog I hope to share my process in my studio, sharing not only the creation of new work but the influence of place and my life on that work. 

I encourage your feedback, your stories, your own understanding of Place, and its influence in your life, your work, and your spiritual journey.  The comments section below provides YOU the place to join a dialogue. I look forward to hearing from you!