On work and joy...

Do you know the feeling

of finding yourself so absorbed that the hours slip by and you forget

to notice that it's supper time?

Well, I do.

Here I am, painting for hours.

Debating over shades of brown and green...

Will speckles of indigo be perfect

or do I really want a deep umber instead?

After bending over the work table

I stand and stretch

and then find I can't resist picking a snippet of type for a brief diversion.

I decide I can slip away and print for just a bit.

Just a teensy bit.

But it doesn't end up that way.

The press is inked and I'm in printing bliss.

With my favorite pal, of course.
Companionship makes art so much sweeter.

And before you know it

the studio rings with the mechanical music of the press

and festive tags are drying on the table.

 I am so blessed to be able to lose myself in my studio, 

savoring color and shape and splashes of inky joy.

Today I count my blessings.

Right up near the top of the list is work.

Is your work your blessing, too?

Send me a message, dear friend, and tell me...

do you love your work as much as I do?