Living here has reconnected me with introspection. Just bitching it out to yourself, while you go through the motions.
Slowing down has been a theme today.
It's true. Maybe I move tooooo fast. It makes me super efficient, but it can also make me bitter.
I am feeling very happy.
I am feeling like it's right.
But, I need a new goal.
It's time for a studio, my art looks so good, but Asheville is tough, I'll tell ya. People are new, frequent, foreign, lost, and gone before you know it. Appreciation exists, but it doesn't last.
Flowers have inspired me recently, but I'm mesmerized by the plants that I have been nurturing at Sweet Peas. I am amazed how I have helped them grow. They were struggling when I first got here and I am kind of surprised how well they are doing. They are so green and every morning it is joyful to watch them absorb the sun. The windows brew them coffee, as I help people brew theirs. A mutual appreciation, a mutual growth.
An old professor told me, "Every artists experiences clarity after a great high."
I don't even smoke anymore, but I am high.