Sanctuary

The past week I've been feeling rather under the weather though I have much work to complete.  Currently there are sixteen canvases in my studio at different stages of completion and though it is slow going, it still is a pleasure to spend time in my studio every day, even if it means just sitting in my chair and sketching out ideas.  I'm glad for Walter's company these days as he doesn't seem to mind my sniffling and coughing. 

I've also spent this time going through my sketchbooks and have begun connecting how I can transfer those ideas to canvas.  There really is a connection between rest and creativity, even if it is forced rest.  And I'm glad for a large, cozy chair in my studio as I can lay my head back and doze quietly as my mind processes ideas.  I tend to prefer a combination of stillness and busy (my daughter calls it frantic) work.  I feel as though I work very methodically but my youngest claims that when I'm at work at my easel everything shakes. 

Am I obsessed with painting?  Possibly.  At the lowest points of this virus I felt dizzy and exhausted beyond measure and yet I still dragged myself into my studio.  Mostly to sit and look, but I can't seem to stay away.  It's my sanctuary and I think that's a good thing.