Happy Fathers day to all the Dads and the honorary Dads, we say thank you, for being our rock. Allowing us to fall, and for picking us up. For teaching us to believe in our selves, and for loving us no matter what.
I had the pleasure of watching my son exploring with his daughter today, together they investigated rocks, and frogs, and waterfalls, splashed in a wadding pool and devoured strawberries with whip cream at a four generation brunch.
What a miracle, to see your kids as not just parents, but good parents, life just doesn't get any better than this.
I think (insert crossed fingers) that I'm done my prep for the presentation I have to do Thursday. I sent an e:mail off last night with it attached for critique, now all I have to do is present, and defend my proposal.
This has been a long and hard process, as I said once before, I've never-ever done this much homework. I've done research for paintings and other things, but trying to glean Stat's for this undertaking....has been interesting.
With any luck now I can get back into my studio. Today I walked into it, and looked around at the mess that has accumulated in the last few weeks -not sure how that happens, when I haven't been working in it- and I felt like I was coming home. What a welcome feeling. I love that little room, and what I produce in it.
I hardly know where to start, I have two commissions, a salthaven piece in my head that desperately wants out, and shows to prepare pieces for. First things first, and one step at a time. It's off to work I go!
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