I'm back baby! I'm back!

I'm back at the studio today! During the past few months away from my paintbrushes, a few thoughts persistently bubbled as I negotiated the new horizons of motherhood and creativity. I realized much of my life was spent in pursuit of tranquility. Hoping to "hurry up" and finish the life agenda at hand, in order to get to the "next part." Or the relaxing part. After awhile I realized the relaxing part rarely comes in long stretches, but in small cherished moments. And the next plan happens (or doesn't) in good time. Life builds, grows, ebbs, restricts, expands, collapses, et cetera; it takes an acquired patience to gently embrace all the moments. Instead of seizing the future so desperately, the days come and go with laughter, some tears, endless fatigue, and bucketfuls of joy.

My hands are happily busy painting, sewing, making suppers, holding the dog leash, oh and babies!  I hope these busy days of the holidays, Mardi Gras, and the ups and downs of life in general have been good to you. And I thank you all for your support and kindness as my family added one more to our number, on the loveliest ride of creation. Back to work, with a baby strapped on my hip, I look forward to getting back to projects and seeing your faces. Drop me a line, I'd love to catch up!

Doubled up with textiles. Many of the fabrics in the front piece I made weaving on a loom and knitting on a machine.

Doubled up with textiles. Many of the fabrics in the front piece I made weaving on a loom and knitting on a machine.

Timeline of my life through sketchbooks (while I wear fuzzy slippers). The far left one, my first New Orleans' book, marks the start of the past decade and stands out with a Krewe de Vieux sticker. The disbelief of that first Carnival season still rushes through me as I flip through the pages.

Timeline of my life through sketchbooks (while I wear fuzzy slippers). The far left one, my first New Orleans' book, marks the start of the past decade and stands out with a Krewe de Vieux sticker. The disbelief of that first Carnival season still rushes through me as I flip through the pages.

Rainbow trout, such a happy fish.

Rainbow trout, such a happy fish.