A Maker’s Space
Creation is something I have long obsessed over. I have fallin in love with it, betrayed it, and returned with my heart bleeding. I have given it water, breath, yoga pants and kale. No matter how far I stray, it stalks me in the night and wears me down until I feel so tight in my throat that I cry listening to Katy Perry’s Roar. I live with 4 warm bodies that ask for food, affection, time and patience. Naturally I fail at this constantly, but I have noticed over the years that my successes are in direct correlation with the space I allow for my creativity to flow. Welcome to my space.