Rededicate

Sometimes we need to repair a lapse in the dynamic.

I am working on developing rituals that will help me focus.

Autumn is awesome.

I am ripe with ideas, counting down the days to October 1st; the day when all of the clutter in my apartment will be cleared out and restored to the creative chaos of my new-found studio.  My life will evolve, providing more space to separate the domestic from the artist so that each may shine and flourish and feed into the other.

There I will be painting and sewing and experimenting with all media in order to experience and enjoy; the point will be in the process.  Hands-on visual art requires space and privacy in order to flourish before it is revealed.

In my home I will be able to apply my projects as a form of interior design; reinventing our living space with subtle, elegant details.  This in turn will encourage M@ and I to make music.

I love the Fall.

Whispers

Tiny voices
seek the chance
to be amplified

the whispers of conception
are timid these days

Sweater Biscuits

Progress is the upgrade from draped tapestries to real curtains and quitting phase one: electronic nicotine... as harmful as a cup of coffee (they say).  I actually already quit, the e-cigarette is for my boyfriend.  It has been working as a supplemental crutch for 3 days.
I've been on the prowl for some decent used furniture.  I found a composite teak shelving unit that I bought to house the record collection that migrates around the apartment in various crates and bins.  I have yards of fabric to make into curtain panels.  The velvet bundle is sitting on my drawing table, waiting... (where I haven't been drawing, either).

The neighbors have been crafting a beautiful garden where kitty loves to play.

My time is divided up into work, chores, errands and day dreaming.

Sweater biscuits.

Twenty Nine

I'm turning 29 on the 29th.  I am seriously considering all aspects of my life; the wonder and regret, the hope and boredom... the planning, the wishful thinking, ideas in neglect, revisited at dawn...  the selfishness and generosity, the friends and the fears. 

Most importantly the love~ for my self and my soon to be fiance... for my family... for my tribes... for my cat.  I have got to stop feeling so sorry for myself!  I am essentially one of the luckiest ladies in the world and with that I can make the time to create the manifestations that grow grander each day in the hatchery of my mind...!

Time to make and do!  Do it to it! 

Also, don't forget to exercise ;)

Professionalization

The 9-5 will not define me, it will support me.

ha

What is this?  Some mayhem I am indebted to?  Some sense of responsibility that I hold onto with such serious integrity?  What a catastrophe.  I am essentially drunk, distraught... incorrigible.  So what that I am some sort of in love, some sort of responsible, some sort of respectable, some sort of hopeless fool?!

I love you.
...
Stay with me, alright?


xoxo
Maia

PS  Sorry to be so ridiculous always
      Thank you for being so coy/cool/collected and awesome