Art is physical. And so is life. I felt this so intensely this last 6 months during which I dealt with a shoulder injury, surgery and recovery. I tore my bicep tendon and the sheath that (should) holds into pace. My shoulder. My right arm. My painting, ironing, steaming, art, well…life…arm.
Now that I’m coming out the other side I am so grateful for the ability of the body to heal. For the friends and family and village of support. I’m getting ready to come back out and who knows what new ideas will prosper and what paths will be followed. I do know that it’s time to get back on the bus. I mean it showed up at my house, so who’s to argue?
