Potential: capable of development into actuality. This is the theme of the past few months for me. Now that the humid days of summer are here, the potential is now rounding out to what I am now referring to STRONG potential; actuality still lingers on the tips of my finder and in the forefront of my mind. It has been a busy few months for me as an artist, an educator and as an art therapist.
I moved away from Minneapolis, settling in a quite small town that vibrates with simplicity and mindfulness. I am learning how to live simply, to develop insights and creative output more accurately. With that, my studio spaced moved as well—a fresh space, new set up bringing a new level of productivity and products along the way.
Having just celebrated one of the few birthdays I have left in my twenties, I am reflective of the past few years and thankful for the hard work, the struggles and heartbreak that comes along with not only being an artist, but being a human.
The watercolors are frequently in use, the sketchbook pages filling up at a steady pace and the layers are building on larger sheets of paper. Concepts and contexts are becoming more and more clear (and also concise).
By working as hard as I can everyday, rendering as much of my energy as possible to my ideas and art and this new environment, I am able to crawl into bed exhausted and satisfied knowing I have done as much as I could to savor the spark of potential for the day. The satisfaction simmers in my dreams, and that spawns my subconscious to blend fact and fiction into my dreams that cause me to pause, question and breathe deep upon waking in the morning.