Luke | 
09 11th, 2008| 
Every day I encounter things worth posting here. And yet I continue to exclude this blog from my life. It’s frustrating.
Earlier in the week I wanted to wax lyrical about how having recently celebrated my 23rd birthday I felt like I was surrounded by an ocean of love. I sit here, in a room full of artists in our Paddington “Studio” and the words won’t come. I’ve been offered pens, pencils, paint, but I opted for words (or is that the relative safety of my laptop keys). Jenna is painting a piece of wood with only black paint and a tiny brush while Ru sketches her profile in the evening light with charcoal on paper. Josh is sewing and Jac is sketching. They each have their own style, something they just lash out and express.
And I sit here. Paralysed. Once again I find myself surrounded by an ever increasing body of artists, but instead of letting go and expressing myself I simply bundle myself closed and admire their work, wondering if I could (or will) ever relenquish enough of myself to tap into the pure potential.
It’s no doubt that my job is all consuming at the moment. Taking over the new store hasn’t been an easy feat, and there is still much much work to be done. I have been fighting to regain some life and I’ve been allowing myself to leave closer to time and have days off here and there. It’s working, but it’s gradual.
This is all I feel moved to write now. There will be more soon. On one hand I’m glad I’ve been able to say this much and on the other I’m disappointed that I can’t write what I want to. But the words won’t flow. Perhaps the wine will help.
xo
