Then I watch whilst the hand, pen, pencil, just does its thing. An effortless joy to experience.
I live in a small space, a cabin to be exact, and my art studio is an equally small space, a shipping container. It encourages a zen-like approach to possessions, which I love.
During the summer months it is too hot to work in the studio, so this week I surrendered the small bunk bed in the cabin, which was becoming a dumping ground, and put in a desk. This way I can still continue my creative practice even on days when it is too hot, wet or cold to go down to the studio.
Whilst setting up the desk I found some old drawings from my post art school days of 2011 and felt inspired to play. It feels a bit like doodling and yet offers an element of the contemplative approach, especially whilst listening to Luke Howard. I find his music such a gift for letting go of thought and shifting gear into the heart. Then I watch whilst the hand, pen, pencil, just does its thing. An effortless joy to experience. Mx