My space is getting there. I was painting a chalkboard wall in the big room of the trailer, and I had an idea to paint the ceiling in this room too. This way I can draw all the constellations, and the moon. I found some old canvass, washed and then sewed it together to make curtains. Mostly it just feels therapeutic to have a project.
I’ve been obsessing and day dreaming about the gardens that our household is planning for the pasture in the front of the property. Craving “work”. The kind that makes you sore and tired at the end of the day. The sort of meditative quality that doing something repetitive (weeding..) brings to your life. Art and gardens.