Patience
Ideas of grandeur are usually too lofty to attain. I am lost inside a world of endless laundry, unquenchable little mouths to feed, and a house that resembles some really wacky way of organizing nothing. Which I realize the last thing makes no sense. But it is precisly what I mean. I have very little ability to control my surroundings to make them excactly what I want them to be in order to rest or move on to the tasks which I really want to accomplish (i.e. my studio).
After receiving the acceptance email from the BIG Art Show people I figured I would hit the ground running and start making some really incredible art pieces, or so I thought. But alas, it is a few days past and I haven’t even begun to clean my art studio. By cleaning, I am referring to the legos, paper cuttings, playdough, tinker toys, and matchbox cars that have come to inhabit the space.
My kids seem to think that the room is cool for storage. They don’t even play in it! I can only blame myself. Afterall, I am the one that stuck the toys in there to get them out of the infant hands that reached out in innocent curiousity. But months have gone by since I’ve worked in there and it is really taking its toll. Why don’t I just clean it you may ask? Well, getting time to organize anything with a toddler and two others kids is just not that easy.
The friend who refered to me as an artist has graciously offered her hand by welcoming my children to accompany her in some play time while I get time to create. So, once that is scheduled I will start. I’ve thought of cleaning or painting after the kids’ bedtime. But it is 10pm and the last one just fell asleep, I think. And tomorrow is father’s day and I have much to do.
Eventually, the space will be cleaned and the creative juices will flow…
Oh man, I’ve been summuned by that last one who isn’t asleep afterall. Endless…
