The Studio Experience
The cat and I worked all day on unpacking and organizing my studio ALL. DAY. LONG. It was amazing. Well, mostly, I was amazing - er, um, I felt amazing. I worked really hard at claiming my space, which is something I’ve been struggling with. Doing it made me feel powerful, grounded and centered.
I also really enjoyed seeing so many of my things again. Things I haven’t seen in aver a month, my tools (a- hah! That’s why I haven’t been able to find scissors since we moved, they got packed with the paper art tools) and my lovely collection of… of… well… stuff. I’ll have to write more about my stuff next week, cause my Ode To My Stuff deserves its very own post.
So like I said, the cat and I worked all day. See? We conquered many boxes.
Defeated Boxes
So, I ask you, how is it possible that this
is still here?!?!?
The move and the turmoil in my life really took a toll on my creative process and projects. And the pile at the end of the day showed me this in a very striking way. I’ve never been able work on only one thing at once, and so I keep different projects in different bags so I can pick them up when I need to.
And when I stopped working I saw this…
project bag in one of the boxes
And this…
hidden down in a basket
And this…
ack, is that two bags sticking out of this box????
Four different project bags, lost and abandoned in the boxes. How many more are deep down within? And, to my horror, that first one is open. And has things spilling INTO and OUT OF it. How did this happen? How did it get this way???
Its funny how much your things can reflect your current emotional climate. With all the chaos I had been going through the last month and half, my most loved and favorite possessions were ignored, boxed away and, it seems, were breeding their own chaos. And now, as I reclaim my life and my creative spirit, I was finally able to work on claiming my studio space.
And that first bag, the open one, it feels so very much like a mirror. I feel like things are spilling INTO and OUT OF me, not just this bag. But unlike the bag, I think this is a good thing. I’m sorting myself out and working on letting go of the things I’m ready to release. I’m not pushing myself, I’m working on meeting myself where I am. And as I do, these good things, these good feelings just sort of spill into me. I’m not forcing them, they’re just spilling in. As the bad feelings are released and spill out as I am ready to let them, the good feelings continue to flow and spill in. And that is an awesome cycle.
And so, I continue to sort out myself. And I know I’ll get the project sorted out too.
Meanwhile, the cat is exhausted from his hard day’s work. I don’t think he’s quite as into physical-emotional-metaphors-become-reality organizing and unpacking as I am.
Tags: art, blocked, cat, cleaning, creativity, lessons, life, Productivity, supplies