It's easier than we thought it would be

I really am not sure how all this started. For years we've talked about making our home a space that was more an artists studio than a living space. We've dreamt and whispered about how wonderful it would be if everywhere we looked there was a work in progress, if any time we wanted we could pick up a paint brush or a mallet or an instrument or a pencil and just play. But it has only been in the last several weeks that we've made it a reality.

And neither of us really know what we are doing. We are each confident in a few creative outlets and the rest are a wild experiment. Sometimes I feel frustrated and embarrassed and he talks me out of it. And other times he gets frustrated and embarrassed and I talk him out of it. Our biggest fight in years happened this week when I came home from work and he'd put away all of his paints and hidden his canvases under the bed and turned our "studio" back into a "living room". I don't remember the last time I cried that hard. I felt terribly threatened.

The next day I pulled all the art supplies out again, found his canvases, set up the easel. And that night he started working on his third piece in as many weeks. And they are all works in progress and he is just learning and it is incredible to witness.

And what am I doing? I'm writing. I'm playing with my camera. I'm getting a lot more auditions than usual and nailing them. I'm learning guitar. I'm practicing yoga on a near daily basis. I'm cooking. COOKING! And enjoying it! Life is full of wonder, sometimes.

07.12.09