Thursday, November 12, 2009

I finished my last lecture today and gave myself permission to play. I messed around with supplies around the studio, cutting, sewing and gluing. The kittens came in and out, making stuff and doing homework while Dan Barney baked an apple pie that made the house smell heavenly.
On evenings like these my heart hurts a little. It's that ache that accompanies love, my heart swelled up and stretched. It's gratitude for something delicate and precious, these people in these moments.

My creations were fun but nothing spectacular. With play, the process seems most important. And the later it gets the less productive I get but I feel calm and content with my mind quiet, my hands busy and my heart warm.
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4 comments:

Angela Henrie said...

Do you ever find it difficult to juggle the dreaded housework and your creative time? I'm still trying to figure that one out. It's so hard to follow a predictable, layed out pattern...

Cassandra Barney said...

That's funny because I just now walked through my house a debated cleaning or working. I like cleaning but not when I really want to be in the studio.
I don't know how YOU do it! Three kittens keep me running.

Here's to dust on the bookshelf!
Cheers

pamela said...

love that dan barney making a pie.

Nigel said...

This week, I saw your show in the humanities bldg at BYU. There were a couple pieces I coveted. Nice work...

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