My the murky, worrisome moment is sinking into everything. So much gloom and doom and panicky predictions that the economy is coming to a sputtering, screeching, screaming stop may be causing us all to walk around like zombies. Or maybe we are all taking stock of our own luck, pluck and possibilties...I do hope that's the case.
As it starts to get colder, I head for the top of my house. I am starting to re-set up my cold weather studio space in the attic. When fully operational it is a quiet place of calm and productive chaos but until then it's as much a mess as the other spaces I try to work in. Maybe the best thing about the attic in the winter is that it can be heated easily with a small space heater and can feel very much like an incubator of ideas. A place where there are no interruptions and time flows very differently.
Oh and this OxFamily project of hopeful and strange things excited me when I heard about it last week. They have a call for submissions for their next issue...If we were quieter...
If we were any quieter, not a word would be heard...
take care,
Rachael
