CornerHouse
Creating Beauty 2024
18/04/24 15:30 Studio tour 2024
“Whenever you are creating beauty around you, you are restoring your own soul.” Alice Walker
These words resonate with me. The past few years have been difficult for all of us. For some, a deep sense of loss of life as we knew it before epidemics.
For me, personally, during covid, the loss of my partner of many years, turned life upside down.
I could not create. It was all I could do to get through the day. The sense of being on my own was overwhelming. I had to learn to do tasks that I had never paid attention to before. I was responsible for everything, for my happiness, for my well-being, for my joy, Gradually, life evolved.
I still couldn’t create. My cameras were packed away. For the first time, I never took one with me in the car—I no longer looked for those wonderful shots as I drove. My garden became a chore.
At least, it still grew without my assistance.
In March, the email about the studio tour remained unanswered. It didn’t interest me--until the organizer called, “Are you going to be on the studio tour this year? It’s last minute but I can change the rack card to include you.”
Something stirred inside. Could I do this? Would Joanne join me? I was not ready to go solo. But, when she agreed, I knew the desire to create had returned. It isn’t the same as before, but it is there, and it will grow.
This admission is another step towards recovery.
These words resonate with me. The past few years have been difficult for all of us. For some, a deep sense of loss of life as we knew it before epidemics.
For me, personally, during covid, the loss of my partner of many years, turned life upside down.
I could not create. It was all I could do to get through the day. The sense of being on my own was overwhelming. I had to learn to do tasks that I had never paid attention to before. I was responsible for everything, for my happiness, for my well-being, for my joy, Gradually, life evolved.
I still couldn’t create. My cameras were packed away. For the first time, I never took one with me in the car—I no longer looked for those wonderful shots as I drove. My garden became a chore.
At least, it still grew without my assistance.
In March, the email about the studio tour remained unanswered. It didn’t interest me--until the organizer called, “Are you going to be on the studio tour this year? It’s last minute but I can change the rack card to include you.”
Something stirred inside. Could I do this? Would Joanne join me? I was not ready to go solo. But, when she agreed, I knew the desire to create had returned. It isn’t the same as before, but it is there, and it will grow.
This admission is another step towards recovery.