[creative ramblings from a friday lunch]

Today, since my usual lunch partner was unavailable for the hour, I sat myself on the ceramic studio terrace where I enjoyed a fresh ceramic cup o' coffee with cream and sugar (courtesy of the pharmacology department) while discussing all things creative and curious with Geelite. It's truly amazing how inspiring simple conversation can be when you're with the right people. We discussed a hippie village in PA, installation art by a woman named Stout, barn renovation and my clay cafe dream.

How, with ideas so grand and motives so strong - can one return to an office box? The answer is painfully, but at the same time, with a renewed freshness and sense of purpose. The truth is, that hopefully I will not be contained for too much longer. I will hopefully no longer be a caged beast. And beast, my friends, is most certainly, the appropriate word. Even if things do not go as planned, from my experience this summer session working in a graduate level mosaics class, I have gained such a fresh perspective on life and art and the magic that is everyday when you are inspired and capable of creating such creations and you can enjoy the spring air and the sound of trees and classic rock and the smell of coffee and the beautiful energy that circles you when joined by friends to discuss things - the things that matter. Art. Imagination. Travel. The World. Friendship. Boys. Beer. Food. Stories. The Unknown. Your Life.

I have really enjoyed this past month in the studio with Geelite. I have enjoyed that every minute of our conversations is dripping with creative promise, droplets of ideas and collaborations and installations and performance art. They simply ooze out of our heads and fingertips, envelop us as we sit and ponder the ifs and the ohs free of the whens and the hows. That is the magic of summertime apon us creative beings. Speak to any artist you know and they will likely recall the days of sitting amongst friends over a frothy beer, twirling cigarette or (gasp!) a twisted herb of their select choice discussing with growing enthusiasm and near hysteria, raised voices, interruption - the creative process...the brainstorming...the shockwave of ideas that explode into the warm afternoon studio air and linger like a foggy mist - you don't want to leave. You never want to leave. Logic whispers to write them all down. Record the ramblings. But you don't and never do - you know that there will always be new ones interrupting the old, gathering in the air. And sometimes you will just sit for a minute and sigh because all things are possible and they breathe back into you and you absorb them.

And then you walk back to your office box. Smile on face. Prepared for change.