All week I say to myself - tomorrow, or tonight or this weekend I'll get to the studio and work on something new. Since my studio is my dining room (thank you family) it's not like I need to actually go to get there. After a full week at the day job served with assorted sides of kids, cooking, volunteering, basketball games, workouts, house cleaning and grocery shopping, just where the heck is the time and focus, not to mention inspiration, supposed to come from. And I do mean not to mention inspiration, because fantastically, there always seems to be some sort of idea percolating below the surface of my conscious busy mind that announces itself - quietly or dramatically - once I stop and allow a space. Isn't creativity grand that way?
Joann Tomsche 1/31/11
