Today this is where I chose to be. I turned off the TV and turned up my music in the studio. Ludovico Einaudi on piano. I think most artists would agree, we don’t always get to choose when we feel some inner need to create. It’s just there, an unsettled voice whispering in our ear above the drone of the kitchen fan or the spin cycle of the wash machine. Today I felt drawn to the studio and so I let go of what I thought I was ‘supposed to do’ and went to the paints and brushes instead. Since leaving Wisconsin in 2003 no two Thanksgivings have been the same, usually on purpose. I’ve spent these vagabond feasts with a lot of different people, often strangers, across a handful of States and countries. This is my first in front of a easel, so I guess that streak of doing something different continues. Today I am especially grateful for the people in my life who make space for me to get lost in the creation of things, to disappear into the work and traffic jam of thoughts, regardless if it’s a national holiday or just a random Tuesday, while at the same time knowing I’ll eventually resurface and connect with them again. Extra special bonus points go out to Annie for leaving me a surprise batch of stuffing and a single homemade biscuit in the oven before she headed out to a friend’s house for dinner. Fuel for the fire.