Yesterday I shovelled out the studio. Again. The snowfall in December was, well, epic. This little space above the garage is where I want to be —basically all the time. It’s well insulated, but unheated, which makes me think twice before considering studio sessions in the winter. Though the temps have been low low low for the last while, the forecast says change is coming. The space heater is on standby, the steps have now been shovelled, the anticipation of [chilly] studio time is real.
In the coming weeks and months, I’ll share what I’m working on in this nook of a space. Looking forward to getting into a regular swing of posting here on this freshly minted blog. It’s been many years since I blogged consistently, pouring my limited content-producing energy into Instagram instead for a while. That has become less satisfying than it once was, and I’m so pleased to have this other way.
PS One of the few aspects of my dual-citizenry that I dislike is the near-constant uncertainty of how to spell things. Like, for instance, shovelling. I’m not the greatest speller ever, but I’m not the worst, and I would have preferred to spell it the way my schooling in the US taught me, shoveling. But the wriggly red lines on my Canadian-born computer highlight this as incorrect, and it’s annoying to look at a text document full of red marks, so I concede to the autocorrect. From center to centre. From humor to humour. From traveling to travelling. Now and then I resist, sticking with the way I once knew things to be spelled before moving to Canada. And as a result, I am inconsistent. This is a disclaimer, dear neighbour, that sometimes the best way to spell color is colour, and sometimes the best way to spell centre is center.