My work life has been crazily, wonderfully busy lately - exactly the kind of busy a freelance creative type hopes for. From day to day, my home has begun to resemble a one woman factory as project after project gets completed and shipped out to the East and West. There are plenty of amazing tools, products, papers, and fabrics to work with - exactly the type of abundance that a creative type dreams of. I'm blessed. I'm grateful. Last year was tough.
But recently my son told me he was going to his room to "make a little art." I was busy, distracted, and happy that he was willing to play by himself. He disappeared for a long while and when he emerged, he wore his masterpiece on his face. I thought he was so lovely and he had clearly had a wonderful time with nothing more than a jar of paint and a finger.
He stopped me in my tracks. It's been a long time since I've had only a few materials to play with and less urgent creative tasks. I wouldn't trade this time for the world, but it was a reminder that sometimes you just need to step back and "make a little art."