I have been ever so slowly slipping back into ‘me’. My adult brain. The one that drinks coffee and reads good books, who converses in complete (and hopefully) somewhat intelligent sentences. I’ve come to accept the space between a child’s birth and this milestone as a re mapping of the places of my soul. It fades away in the early morning light of fresh new baby skin and sleep walking hours, and just as slowly slips back in, fresh, new, and yet comfortable and familiar: the part of me that has to create, has to think, has to breathe. I’ve been hanging out with these wonderful people over on twitter, and was inspired to take a small (virtual) artist’s date up to New York City and attend L.L. Barkat’s reading of her poems from Inside Out. She was accompanied by the delightful and lovely Brooke Campbell at the International Arts Movement 38/39 Space. Not too soon after the live webcast wrapped up, I felt that drive and desire I had not felt for some time. It was akin to tearing down a wall and admiring the widened vista. I remember how earlier in the day I had lamented that it had been such a very long time since I had been able to post an Art Friday, and yet here I am now, at close of day, my heart singing. My many thanks to LL for the inspiration tonight!
Beautiful! Butterflies! Love you~
I loved coming home and finding your Twitter conversation. And I’m so glad you were inspired. I thought of all my Twitter friends as I was reading! 🙂
There are stages when being creative is a bit complicated. So glad you are again. You’re right – we ‘can’t NOT’ be creative. 🙂
Wasn’t it grand? And yes…Brooke’s shoes were darling. And L.L. was cute too, looking all bookish and artsy-like. Looks like you are pretty artsy too! Your piece is gorgeous. I remember that tentative time of getting to know myself again after baby. A time for everything, right?
Love your new site! Now I know what Haiti by Hand is. How awesome is that!?! Maybe coffee this weekend…?