I miss making art.
I can’t do it here.
I need a studio and some order.
It’s that simple.
It is a fight to the finish trying to carve out one effing corner of one’s life in which to make art.
This is harder if you are a woman because men expect you to wait on them hand and foot.
Fuck that, has always been my motto.
Every day I drive by nasturtiums I could be making fab little pots like this with. They grow wild here, everywhere in Spring.
I want my life back. I don’t give a fuck about politicians and their posturing in my country. I don’t care about corporations in my country.
I care about glaze and what that looks like.
I care about being a published writer.
That’s about it.
The world needs to think about PEACE instead of WW3.
Which politician is going to see to that?