Dear Friends,
No way would Clark want me to carry bitterness and sadness into the last part of my life. He’d want me to toss bad times and be rejuvenated by the good. Mother’s Day with Patrick and Steph reinforced this attitude. Thank you!
In some crazy way, this realization propelled me to spend hours cleaning — really cleaning — my studio today. It’s the chore I thought might never get done. I threw out enough trash for three trips to the garbage room: old cardboard, scribbled-on sketchbook pages, dried-up markers ...
I evicted one piece of furniture from the studio: the gray file case on wheels. It kept muttering to me about its important files: Insurance, Health Care, Social Security. They seemed so dignified and crucial compared to my beloved plastic drawers on wheels, which were whispering things like Sparkles, Collage, Painted Fabric. Soon, the two filing systems were screaming at each other. They are clearly incompatible. I need both, but not in the same room. So I rolled the practical part to the little entrance to the bedroom, where it seems happy with a bright cloth from India on top.
That leaves art: it’s not practical — maybe even useless. And that’s its beauty.
Love,
k
1 comment:
Oh Zing.... Be still my heart. You are too cute.
Mona
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