You have always been with me in one form or another—for many years and in many homes. You have been my port in a storm. You have been my salvation. You hold everything that I cherish—my art supplies that let me create. You hold my finished and unfinished projects keeping them safely tucked inside your belly until I am ready to start again—or not. However, you don't mind, you understand. Throughout the years you've been hospitable to my muse—that elusive one. She shows up unannounced and leaves without warning. You support both of us and never complain when we leave you messy. Oh so messy—for days. Sometimes weeks. You know that I will return. We decorate you unmercifully and you just smile and take it, in fact, you seem to thrive on the attention. In this date and time, you have red walls, green and yellow walls. You have writing on your ceiling, you have electronics and you have music. Thank you studio, for being there when I need you the most.
In artful love, Sydney