When I am super anxious I organize and clean.
My little studio has never been so clean you all. I cleaned out things not touched since I moved from my little house I owned in NFDL to Columbus, WI. And so you know I’m not kidding…I had forgotten I used my daughter Sky’s old baby food jars in an old wood mailbox thingy I use to store paint brushes. This is from the very beginning of my life as a mosaic artist.
What has me so anxious? You don’t have time and neither do I. All I know is for someone who really wanted a simple life and a simple existence just doing what I do…I have had every road block possible put up forcing me to go off the path and make a new one. That’s been my journey. A bunch of road blocks..a bunch of tromping through high weeds and muddy ditches to get around the road blocks. A bunch of “wtf is wrong with you people??”…a bunch of “you have got to be kidding me…and a bunch of “well fuck this…I will do it this way then.” Cuz I’m stubborn like that. But mostly because I just am not going to have someone else write my story and have it read…”she survived all she survived and then this dumb ass broke her.”
You Had To Be There… 