As I climb the stairs the dust piles I left weeks ago remain in the same spot. My studio is a distant memory. It's already 8pm, do I really have time to paint? I tell myself "just show up", give it an hour. Crank something out, crank anything out. Staring around I find an old sketch of bird, it says blue sky and black and white bird. And the words I wrote:
Relax realize how simple life is let things go just expand your wings Let the breeze take you Glide
I really needed this after my day at work.
Thought I would share my recorded process of showing up.[embed]https://flic.kr/p/rUiBZ3[/embed]