Lead-er

Things have picked up for my studio work; I am motivated to meet deadlines and set realistic goals that are checked off and archived. Waking to lightning and rain (the strange mystery), I see myself steering for the first time in months. I am energized and daydream about making work, no longer To-Do. No longer What-If, How-Come, Why-Not. 

I ordered some basket reed and it arrived by way of USPS today. Soon I will soak it in the bathtub and wrangle it into a form, nest-like. I will buy paper already pulped and stretch it across the basket reed bones. I'll take fabric and yarn scraps and learn new things about twining and form and color. 

Long Lost

Some strange goodies this way this week: a desk from the dumpster snuggled underneath the front window, a magazine rack side table, a pot for a plant yet bought. I can now draw without clean up and watch planes land every few minutes. 

I also finally uncovered the Destiny's Child remix I have been hunting for. I am listening to Florence and the Machine's album every late afternoon while I draw in front of the airplane landings. Her lyrics are just as potent as they were in Lungs. 

Surviving this city in the form of groceries and a beach visit weekly, catching gallery receptions and activities on the sly. I am meeting more people and falling in love. 

After the scare with my car not turning over, I have dreams nightly about busted tires or a stolen engine. I'm hoping this apprehension will pass soon.

She

Final critique over; final research paper turned in; yet for Thanksgiving. I have been asleep since Mercury went into retrograde, finally waking to Taylor Swifts' "Blank Space" this morning. 

Funny how one professor can move me from a complete sprint to sitting in two months. I began the semester telling myself I am taller than I think. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that I have a choice. I am no longer pushed on, my reaction as the chess move; instead, I am on the fold imminent. I know I can lead while in motion and not wait for an invitation.