STUDIO NOTES
Notes, artifacts, fragments, process, the occasional argument with life and Larry. You know, thoughts from the Mayura studio.
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Entering Coordinates
When “Friendship” enters the map. The drawing finished itself and, some three or four years after its initial sketch, it entered the deck this week. That probably needs some explanation…
The Cup that Survived Me
I made this cup during a season of severe anxiety, deliberately choosing something I was bad at so I could show up and stay. Years later, it holds chai while I work, proof that some things we make only need to be sturdy enough to outlast who we were.
The Long Middle
On Creativity as Relationship with Life. A reflection on gardening, artmaking, and the long often invisible middle where creativity unfolds as a relationship with time, experience, and connection.
Somewhere in the Building
Creating a Home for an Interdisciplinary Creative Practice. Somewhere in the middle of linking posts and rearranging rooms, I realized I wasn’t just building a platform for offerings. I was (finally!) building a place where my work itself could live.
Trusting the Pie
A studio note from Imbolc on winter work, small systems, stored harvests, and learning to trust what’s already been planted. And pie, of course.
On Authority, Accountability, and the Ground Action Stands On
In moments of collective confusion and demand for response, I return to a simple question: “Do I believe that those who create and enforce the rules should also be bound by them?”
On the Toad (Still)
For reasons I still don’t fully understand, my phone has been autocorrecting the word road to toad for years. At some point, I stopped fixing it. Oddly, no one asked for clarification.
Dear Unknown Friend
The artifact resurfaced recently through my own deck, by way of another card, which puzzled me until I did some quiet raccoon-ing through old material. It feels a little like a system returning one of its own early seeds once enough time, distance, and experience have unfolded.
One Eye on Imbolc
Right now I’m in that familiar early-season in-between where seeds are ordered, a new grow-light setup is sitting in boxes unassembled, and the landscaper is measuring for new veggie beds while nothing is actually growing yet. The gardener in me is keeping one eye on Imbolc.
