Morning

The two weeks I allowed myself to organise the studio are nearly at an end. It was 'creative chaos' in there, with a large spider resident in one corner. After screaming (I am still so English about some of the wildlife here), I employed an empty yoghurt pot to remove the creature and threw it and him/her into the garden. The studio is peaceful and tidy again (for now).

Walking in there this morning, cup of tea in hand and Dog at my heel was a joy. I know just how fortunate I am to be able to do this, to have the time, the energy and the support of people around me. Dog still seems a little stunned that I am HERE.

I sat at the old table you see above and cupped my hands around my green mug, silently giving thanks to whatever powers that be.

Then I opened the drawer, pulled out the sketch book and drew for two hours. Dog curled up under the table, only emerging when sunlight sparked through a crystal that hangs in the window. He barked as rainbows whirled across the wall, turning back to his spot under the table when the sun moved on.

I have decided to create a couple of pieces for our home and one for a gift. I need to focus, get my 'hand' back again. Get the skin in my palm hardened where the tile nippers rest. Then, I shall open the sketch book and represent those ideas in tile, china, rock, glass, gold leaf, found objects, gravel.....