Thank You

Just a quick note of gratitude for the support!

This last collection was such a labor of love- I started it in February and did not complete it until late April, working many long 12-16 hour days with no days off (days off just annoy me when I am deep into my work) making it one of my longest collection cycles. This is my preferred working style, I tend to really get in the zone and develop tunnel vision and “lock in” and lose interest in everything except my beloved work… apologies to my friends I’ve begged off- I’m sure you’re all used to it by now though.

One of the comments I get the most from people who get a glimpse behind the curtain is “wow, I didn’t realize it was so much work” and oh man, it is. It is mostly a very unglamorous shlog. But I have never been scared of consistent hard work, and that’s exactly what it requires, along with a hefty dose of discipline.

I’ve often said that if you are considering “quiet quitting”, working less or consistently feeling burnt out, you are likely not aligned with your true purpose. But that’s just my perspective. It’s not luck that has gotten me to a place that I love, but work that I love.

However even considering my baseline workaholic lifestyle, things have felt different for awhile lately. This winter was an extremely cold one. We had an unusually long spell of single digit days, rendering my studio miserably cold. I had to summon a fire within myself to physically get through it, but conveniently I have plenty of experience with that.

Well, the fire still hasn’t gone out. I haven’t felt this certain kind of excitement since the early days. Waking up before the light with an urgency to dash down to my studio, then finally closing down as the sun disappears- pausing on my way out the door to gaze lovingly on everything I’ve built… then rinse and repeat.

But it wouldn’t work without you, reading my words, supporting my creations. There is a great deal of risk and vulnerability involved in being an artist. They say “make it and they will come”, but there is no actual guarantee. Every day I pinch myself and pause to take it all in, amazed that this is my life.

And then I get back to work 🙂