Thursday, December 01, 2011
I've said this before, I think. When I'm in the studio concentrating on putting marks on paper, everything else that is going on recedes into the background, my mind becomes quiet and the usual howling mob of worries sit down en masse and goes to sleep in the corner like a good dog. I don't know if I would quite call it "true joy," being a religious person I know that I can hope for something even better than this in the future. But it certainly is the closest thing to peace I've ever experienced. Even prayer seems busy and worried in comparison.
Judith Kudlow is the lady who founded the Harlem Studio in New York with Andrea. She still teaches there.
Andrea has told me that I am ready to take the cast drawing class in April when she gets back from Australia.
This pleaseth me. But it launched me into a spiral of anxiety because I immediately thought, "I might not be here. I might die. Or I might still be doing the cancer thing."
My brain is not my friend.