This Train Station Smells Like Popcorn.

I've always found train stations exciting. Everyone is always bustling around trying to get somewhere or another. There is a really nice and simple sculpture here of stacked train couplers; they're much bigger than I thought they were. Makes me want to create some public art.

All Right....THAT'S IT!!!!!

The decision has been made, the cards have been dealt, and tomorrow is the day. If I have to chain myself to my work table I'm going to make something tomorrow. No excuses. I know just where to begin too. Thanks to someone very near and dear to me I have, in my posession, a large bag of small foam cubes (if I said a thank you a thousand times it would not be enough). These cubes are glorious and I am tempted to toss them on my bed and roll around in them, but I won't....probably :-)......
Anyhow..tomorrow...no excuses, I get to the work of making..and so it begins.

It's the Little Things

The smallest things can make me so happy. I was in the grocery store yesterday, and of course I had to take a wander through the toy aisle. I found these fantastic sand molds in the shape of small hand and foot prints. I know what I'm going to be doing when I finally get myself to the beach. I'm picturing hundreds of sand hand and footprints in cascading patterns..oh boy!....I can scarcely contain myself. Sometimes I'm just like a little kid at Christmas.....

Paused at the Brink

I know that I'm on the brink of a creative outpouring, yet I am paused at the split-second before the floodgates open. It is a mix of fear and hope and longing that keep me static. There is only one thing left to do and that is find the last grain to tip the scales; to move forward in the exhilaration of making. What that grain will be I do not know as of yet, but it will be sudden, and it will be soon. I can feel it in the depths of my bones.