Coming home — we (husband and I) both agreed that the last few days of travel are somehow a bit challenging. On one hand we are still exploring and tourist-ing, but we are thinking ahead. One part of our minds is planning and prioritising all that needs to be done once we get back. We are living in both the present and the future.
I look back and see how easy it was when the decisions were — where should we go? Gallery, museum, beach, cliff. Where should we eat? And now it’s cleaning, sorting, groceries, phone calls, mail, garden, and all the multitude of catch-up tasks. Though I am so happy to be home — it’s a bit daunting.
And then there’s the studio + art making — I can hardly wait to get there this morning. I’m wondering what condition I left it in. I don’t remember if it’s a complete mess or not, it seems so long ago.
While I was away I really had only one focus — the landscapes. No strict guidelines, no size requirements or mounting issues, no technical stuff to worry about. Just pure exploration.
Now it’s back to the business part — finishing, organising, machine work, unpacking, sorting, and the planning for the summer, open studio, and so much more. I’m looking forward to all that, but it has hit me full force this morning.
And really, I have an excitement building — a sense of moving forward with what I have made, bringing it into reality and completion. We can't be on holiday forever, there would no sense of the joy of returning home, coming full circle. Then bringing meaning into my practise, reflection and finally, completion. Perhaps like parenthood, seeing the end, and sending it out into the world — all grown up. then, it becomes a new entity, a summation of my journey through this time.
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