WhenIwalk into my studio I’m excited to be getting to work. ThenIscream asIrealize the chaosIleft in my wake at my last day of creating. Time spent clearingaspace is meditative, or soImake myself come to realize… New ideas flourish asIpick up pieces of scraps that were discards the day before. Today, they are the beginnings of somethingIdidn’t see before. Just don’t listen to anyone who comes in your space withacritical eye andadirty mouth!!! It’s not theirs andIbet they wish they could be having so much fun.