As the year turns, my focus in the studio is laser-sharp on taking stock, tidying up, and ordering supplies. It is a temporary phenomenon that evaporates in early January as effortlessly as the morning mist.
My focus has been so sharp on that task of cleaning up that I found time to throw together a short studio tour. This shows my nice, once clean, new and tidy studio is a glorious mess once more and the task of taming it forgotten momentarily.
Over Christmas,. due to the confines of Covid, I was left to my own devices and free from the seasonal conventions of food with company. I had instead, the pleasure of scouring the fridge each evening to see what might be scrambled together.
At this task, I excel. My fridge clearance dinners are legendary for their beauty and elegance. So when I find myself sculpting cucumber and moulding it artfully around carved avocado, adding a complementary red tomato, it is a siren call . . . I know that it is time to stop cleaning, cooking and tidying the studio.
It is time to paint.
But before I head out again, I see that my last blog had a subject line of "On life being very interesting . ." and it reads like a curse., I am reminded of the Chinese saying "May you live in uninteresting times". So, for 2022 and beyond, May We All Live in Uninteresting Times". A life without masks, sanitising gel or degradation of the earth, poverty, storms, fires or floods.
Too much to hope for?
Probably.
But this is what I wish for the coming year . . that we live in uninteresting times . .
