I am tired at the moment.

I have had some stressful things going on and my body hurts from holding it in.

I see the news and feel a hopelessness of all that is going on around us.

It got suddenly dark and to get out of bed feels a big groan in the morning and an early escape in the evening.

What’s the antidote to this?

My studio!

How often have I gone in?

NOWHERE near enough.

Where do I drag myself these days?

TO my studio.

What am I making?

Messy, rubbish.

How good does it feel?

Sooooo good.

I have given myself permission.

Permission to be a bit rubbish.

Permission to not have a clue what this is.

Permission to do it anyway without stressing.

I have had to give myself quite a bit of permission recently.

To not make my calendar this year.

To not go to any Christmas markets.

To hold things still a bit.

To try something new with my art.

I was stressed in the world.

There was no need to bring it to my work.

Things are changing.

Things are shifting.

In the studio that is a good thing.

In the studio I can play with that.

If you are feeling the futuristic concerns.

Can you give yourself permission somewhere to play with that?