I put the last stitch in the last potholder and turned off my sewing machine and iron. Marilyn dropped off her paintings yesterday and I lined them up against the wall, getting ready to transform my studio into a gallery. My Pink Knight Quilt and pillows finished, I gathered the art that was already in my studio for the open house and lit a candle.
Time to stop and make the transition from two intense weeks of creating to preparing for the show. An alter of art, not all of it, but a representation of what would happen next. Making space for what comes next. Different from creating, details that seem to have nothing to do with art and some that do. Remembering to put business cards in with purchases, packing up the fabric from my shelves into boxes, getting change from the bank, sorting out hankies for Kim to make into scarves during the show, knowing that the sales tax on scarves is less than the sales tax on a painting, testing the Square on my iphone. Trusting it will all come together.
A small ceremony seemed right, to mark the transition. I put on Krishna Das and sat in front of my alter then found myself moving to the music. A flow of yoga happened, like a dance. Soothing my body and my mind, stopping my thoughts for just a little while. All is done for now. Rejoice in the work, the art that will bless this space over the next few days. Because art, like any good work, is sacred. It hangs on the wall, or is draped on the couch or spoken out loud, not just because it’s pleasant to look at or hear, but because it reaches deep inside of us and tells us about ourselves and each other. If we listen, if we want to know. And it can bring us together, like it will this Sunday at Bedlam Farm. I hope you’ll join us.