Over Thanksgiving break I was just dead. I wanted to make things and I guess if I had really wanted to I could have made it happen even though I was busy with family, friends, and working 30 hrs in 3 days. I did get things done but not nearly enough as was needed. It was such a relief to be back in Philadelphia Sunday night. I was home again even though I've come to hate this god forsaken town. My life is here, my friends are here, but most importantly my creativity is here.
I no longer have space to make things at my parents house in Harrisburg, PA. My sister took over the room when I moved out, thanks Kait. My mother is also really anal about art supplies getting on things even when they are outside, it's kind of ironic because she went to art school for a hot minute and is still a really creative person. I have no desire to work when I am home. In Philadelphia I feel like I can work any where and am bursting at my seams with ideas and things I need and want to make. I'm glad I live here. I don't see myself living here forever, but for now this is where I'm suppose to be.
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