Making Room at the Table

Saturday was my second Saturday of hosting a workshop I created & invited people to register to attend, & I loved every minute of- even the washing of dirty dishes & palettes. No lie! Because when I am scrubbing and rinsing, I'm celebrating that I had something to wash off... my dreams are becoming real. It's truly happening... one dirty palette at a time. 

Also, the workshops & creativity studios are teaching me that I love people & truly receive life from hosting gatherings, especially when they include sharing life at the table and making it possible for each person to explore the deep well of creativity that is within them.  

Not only that, but I absolutely love the moment of surprise that always seems to happen when that one person who apologized in advance for not being an artist, creates something that I wish I could keep to hang on my wall because it is a thing a wonder & so dope. 

So, friends I am thrilled to say that I am going to keep making room at the table. I have some dreams of collaborating with other artists in town and creating some fun spaces for the people in this great city of Houston to tap into their creativity as they share life around the big art table in Studio D.

Stay tuned and even check out what's all ready on the calendar by clicking HERE. I have workshop planned for June with watercolors, mimosas & John Coltrane vinyl on the record player that is bound to be a good time for all. 

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“The paradox of real human creativity is that it is not the flexing of our human – our created will… the imposing of order, the dredging up of something new out of the depths of our interiority.
Our creativity is most fully and freely expressed as humans, when we, as artists, stand back and let be…That it is so far from being an exercise of will – much more an exercise of the most extraordinarily concentrated ‘suspension’ of will, so that something is allowed to happen…. “He continues: “Many years ago I used to meet regularly with a rather formidable Canadian sculptor who wanted to talk about what he was doing. And he would say passionately again and again, “will has nothing to do with it. I must let it happen.” Rowan Williams