I made my way back to the studio this week.
It's hard to believe it had been a little over a month since I last sat at my table to create work. Over the past month my studio has been classrooms at Southwestern University, coffee shops, city streets & my home. Basically if there was a huge amount of natural light flooding an area... I was there to write, reflect, photograph & make plans for the coming months.
My actual studio, though definitely a treasured space where my creativity has found a home, does not have windows. Over the past few weeks I've needed windows & spaces illuminated by a light beyond my control. To be honest that need is still there right beside the need for my creativity to rest... to be home.
It has also been battle within to get my art making groove back since teaching as an artist-in-residence at the Texas Youth Academy (TYA) for two-weeks in July. The rhythm of life there was so radically different than my everyday. Also, the night before leaving TYA I learned of Sandra Bland's story which caused all of the pain, grief & even anger that had subsided a bit during my time of theological & creative reflection, came rushing back as I began to re-engage the media, social media and conversations with people who had not been away at camp for two-weeks. Needless to say, it truly has been a struggle to settle back into life and make my way back to a space with no windows to create.
But, the itch to make art & get some stories out became intolerable & I had to make my way back to Studio 12 at Hardy & Nance Studios to get at it. I warmed up the encaustic wax, positioned one of my favorite photographs on an abstract acrylic background I had worked on weeks ago & got my carving tools in place.
Looking forward to art making over the next couple of weeks to prepare work for a couple of shows & event coming up this fall. A bit nervous, but more than that ready and thankful this is what my life's work consists of. So fully confident or not, it is time to get back at it.
All it takes is one step, right?
so here we go...
Lanecia A. Rouse