Over a year ago now I returned from a month long painting residency in Vermont. At that time, I vowed I would continue to carry my practice as close to residency life as I could.
It took me the entire year... but I think I'm finally getting there. If the beautiful disarray of my living room has anything to say about it.
Combine the disarray with the feeling that comes every so often - like a buzzing in the cradle of my belly like love which signifies hitting a sweet spot in a painting - and I know now. One year ago that dream of how to live my life as a painter? I'm doing it.