studio sunday

....no plans for posting today but some thoughts got caught and here they are.
....this is where i stitch. especially in the morning, when it is raining and the light is low. it is too dark at the table so i bring the table to me.
.....an old wooden checkerboard has turned into what i call my lapboard. .....it helps me to keep work flat and portable. the inlaid grid is also handy for lining things up.
.....i like to think of my studio of a self portrait as well as a workspace. it contains me. my quiet reflection, my favorite things, my attempt to keep order and at the same time my freedom. it changes a lot. i surround myself with the tools i need to stay sane. i try to maintain a low tech environment that supports growth.
yesterday i spent the day with mom. we spent time hanging up old photos on the walls and planning new furniture arrangements. during dinner she turned to me and said "i really stopped living when daddy died..."
after a pause she continued..."actually i am not living now. that is why i surround myself with memories. sometimes i wake up in the morning and think to myself why the hell am i still here?" as i was leaving she smiled and said..." i am glad i have you to talk to..."
mom's life is her studio. she is just doing a bit of redecorating. (photo by jeff)