The Appreciation of the Old and the Energy of the New

This has been my creative space for three years. It is where I really started living one of my life-long dreams- to paint full-time. This is where I struggled with my fears and overcame them, this is where a lot of new work was born, sometimes hesitant and unsure and sometimes backed by tremendous energy, and where thousands of ideas compete for my attention to become something more. This is where I felt convinced that there is so much to share, so much to encourage others with, and so here my classes started two and a half years ago. This is where I have had just as much fun as the kids I am teaching, playing and studying and learning more every week, working with different paints and writing tools, cutting and sculpting and printing our way toward a freer expression of who we are.

This is where I found that more and more of my garments have paint on, and that I'm much more pleased than annoyed about it. This is where there are glass water jars coloured around the rims with old paint, and bunches of brushes in the kitchen, and where the laughter of kids will linger. 

This is where my Lulu was born, as an expression of my deepest hopes and dreams, and as a voice that many women may have forgotten they had. 

This is where I'm now packing my life into boxes to take it to a new place, a blank canvas full of promise and possibility. There will be new dreams, new ideas, new classes filled with the marvel of creating, of mastery and exploration.