Happy place: making mixed media at Mary’s. A bucket full of scraps and some glue.
It doesn’t take much to make me happy. And it’s part of the thrill of making: turning something one might think of as trash, into something else.
This kind of alchemy is important in life, in art.
Shit happens. But how do we respond to it? And can we stay open to the unfolding? Can we stay open to what beauty might appear from a pile of scraps?
It’s a lesson in expectation and our posture in life. Can we arrive to the pile without judgement, without expectation? Can we hold space for something more than meets the eye to emerge?
