Making Time: The steady Devotion between Art & Home

There is a particular kind of life that unfolds in the margins of life.

Stealing slivers of time to paint.

I wish it was the grand , uninterrupted stretch of studio hours one imagines in ones youth, rather i cannot offer the sunlit narrative of the "artist at work". Instead, stitched together from fragments' of time, i gather moments between boiling the kettle, the making of beds, the tending of home, garden, a husband and a homestay student which all insist on daily care.

And yet in all of this.....something sacred lives here.

I have finally come to understand that making art, while keeping a home, is not a compromise rather a discipline of devotion.

In fact, the studio seldom welcomes me with wide open arms. sometimes i get slivers of time, possibly 20 minutes here 2 hours there 6 hours here while the house is quiet. These moments are stolen and with brush in hand, unsure if something will come, i wait to see what will land on the canvas.

Before i know it i must go away and understand these fragments will at some point add up to a body of work. they accumulate like breath.

Again and again i return to work.