Running with Scissors Artists Studios
Often when I walk into the studio and I happen to be the first to arrive that day, I’ll walk along the aisle of the artists studios or the shelves stocked with artwork in various stages of completion.
There’s a stillness to the place that is lit by the morning sun and shines on forms molded by hands, turned on a wheel, created with a brush, covered with wax or paint or glaze.
These forms are living entities imbued with grace, elegance, whimsy, irony, anger, lust, greed, sorrow. Once you know to look, it is a gratifying realm to see. Sometimes I forget to look, to pay attention, but then I know where to find it again.
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