|Each time I pass this bench in Hot Springs, Arkansas I crack up a little. No loitering? Really?|
So I just loiter for a moment, half in & half out of the room; pulled in one direction by the creative carnival in my head & in the other direction by time constraints of grants & committees, by half-finished home-improvement projects that hold their collective breath as I walk on by.
For now, I will have to be a responsible grown-up & get some things marked off my list… I’ll step away the stacks of supplies that peer at me hopefully from the shelves in the studio.
I’ll be back in a week or so, when I can do more than loiter by my art table with my creativity whispering in my ear. See you soon.