On Saturday, my friend Tamara taught a workshop at my studio. Eight women gathered around tables happily cutting, pasting, collaging and communing. Some of us drank wine. All of us ate chocolate.
I love the studio when it's full of like-minded kindreds creating. It's such a different energy than when I'm here working alone.
The rain came down heavily outside, making the afternoon dark. But I hardly noticed the storm, because inside it was so bright and warm. It's hard for me to write about this without sounding cliche, so I'll just leave you to contemplate the photograph, which says it all.
The photograph is of the brainstorming notes Tamara took as we all threw out ideas about what we were experiencing at the start of our gathering.
This morning when I went into the studio, all the tables were taken down, the chairs put away, the scraps of paper swept up.
I love a cleanly swept and empty studio. I rolled out my yoga mat in the middle of the floor. The early morning Fall sunlight made sharp angles of light across my body. Which made me want to get up from meditation and take photos. So I did.
The feeling inside of fullness. Gratitude. Relishing the quiet and the space. Eagerness to create something new today.
And then I looked up and saw the one remaining remnant of this Saturday's workshop.
The messages shared on that piece of paper even more meaningful today. A reminder that while we do creative work alone, we are never alone in the work.
Through our creative work, there is the potential for connection.
That's what we're doing here, right now. You and I.
