Every morning I wake up with the sun beaming in from over the mountains, peeking through between laundry that I forgot to take in the night before.
As I resist the urge to use my phone first thing when I wake up, I walk over to my kitchen to warm up some hot water.
These morning habits are becoming more and more important to me; I’m attempting to solidify my art practice and get to painting early before I head off into the city for the day.
After my insides are warmed up, I make way to the tatami room to start putting marks on paper and accidental ones on the floor. My process has gone through a number of different changes throughout the years, but was never a solid one and would fluctuate constantly.
One particular hindrance earlier this year was deciding to invest in a studio space. While it was beautiful and near perfect, it proved to be a liability more than anything.
I have a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I think back to my reasoning for investing so quickly; but it was a good lesson and am glad I learned in the way I did. I found that being an artist means more than just making pretty things. Protecting your practice is essential and you have to be strong enough to make good decisions.