A View From My Studio Table

Last night, I came home spent.  The day was long and rough.  All I wanted to do was get my hands dirty.  No rhyme or reason, no production or purpose, just dirty, and that is exactly what I did.

I pulled out some book pages and just started in with my fingers.

And kept going until, well, I lost track of time.

I came up this morning and the view of my table made me happy...oh, I didn't clean and put everything away.

I am just honestly so thankful that I have this outlet.

Even if most days I feel as though I am lacking in my skills.

I could not ask for a better getaway!

I hope that you all enjoy your day.  I already have myself a hot date scheduled for after work...right back here in my studio.

Until next time,

Ophelia