We are currently in Sarasota, at what I have nicknamed The Villa, working on the home we are to move into. It was previously owned by a family member. Lots of sorting, gifting, tossing, donating, and planning. Lots of change. We are making good progress. When we return to New Jersey shortly there will be more of the same.
Our new home will be approximately 30% smaller than our current. Our mission statement has always included simplicity. This will be a test of how serious we are about that word. I will no longer have a dedicated room for a studio, but a dedicated space instead. A big change.
This studio space will soon occupy a place of prominence in our new home. Another change. While I am a bit nervous about keeping it neat and tidy, there is a joy in it being such a part of our living space, as it is such a part of my life. Or more to the point, who I am. Out in the middle of living. Sort of how I’m feeling in Florida.
My father’s greatest gift was his awesome example of accepting change with an open heart. He is in my ear when I get a bit overwhelmed. Reminding me that change is inevitable, it’s how we accept it that matters.
Which brings us to the seashell and my “aha” moment. The bright new bedspread made this room look particularly empty. Easy fix for me. No shopping involved, not even really any decision. Just pull out the brushes, paper, paints, water and some paper towels and go.
Hitting home (in our new home), that creating art isn’t about where it’s executed, it’s all about just arting.
“Did You Art Today?”