I've been thinking today about my commitment to this idea of practicing everyday. Some days it is more of struggle and I feel like I stretch the definition of making to find something that fits. Other times it feels like this commitment hangs over my head as more of a burden than a joy. Mostly, it is about return and accepting what is. In reality there are many kinds of making and the kinds that I aspire to practice don't always fit into my day. These are times to be present to other ways to create - creating space to be with family, food for nurturance and celebration. At the same time it is good to return to an artistic practice in the more traditional sense. And it is worth celebrating that return. Small steps help - to begin with getting out materials and just experimenting helps.
The reality is that the making does feed me. I'm thankful for the way the commitment to daily making keeps me coming back to practice.
Here is today's watercolor practice...
And a felted version of a labyrinth ball...
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