I was up before the sun decided what it wanted to be.
I didn't wait for motivation. I had stopped waiting for motivation sometime around month four of this year, when I figured out that motivation was a guest that showed up whenever it felt like it and left without saying goodbye. The body needed instruction. That was the whole thing. So I gave myself one: *go to the studio, pick up the brush, and make something.*
I was standing in front of the large canvas by six.
It had been building this piece for two weeks. I could feel the weight of it every time I walked into the studio, the way it sat there asking me a question I hadn't been able to answer yet. I'd been circling it, adding small things at the edges and letting the centre stay empty because the centre wasn't ready.
This morning I
