STUDIO NOTES
Notes, artifacts, fragments, process, the occasional argument with life and Larry.
You know, thoughts from the Mayura studio.
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The Summer Harvest Spirit
Garden ideals, harvest season, nature spirits, and mana from Larry. Celebrating the season’s peak.
On the Sandstorm
Astrological “weather,” an obnoxious classic rock clue, and a last-ditch card pull kick off an unexpected pathfinding journey.
On Night and Day
A stretch of solar overdrive, a mandala that arrived without a plan, and what The Neverending Story has been reminding me about the necessity of sun and moon.
Unearthing the Chickens
An accidental yearly gardening kick-off ritual becomes a moment to remember one of the many incredible women gardeners in my family.
On a Random Thursday
Thirty years, paper clips, and standing in the hallway of something too big to name.
Two Parts Magic
After a period of scattered motion, mounting pressure, and small moments that didn’t belong to any of it, a note on the necessary counterbalance of magic.
A Little Argument with Larry
On Frustration, Mercy, and The Great Work. An exploration of contradiction, perspective, and the possibility that what appears irreconcilable may be held within a larger structure.
Gettin’ Things Done
On Larry Time, apparently. This week I started working on the garage studio space, and not because I finally had a plan. In fact, it moved forward without one. Which is becoming a pattern I can’t ignore…
A Tale of Time (Management)
Or How my Mayura Journal is Holding the Space. This week, I realized that nearly everything I’ve built over the past five years grew out of one small journaling experiment.
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)
On error, drift, and symbolic encounter. An exploration of how meaning forms beyond accuracy, and what it means to navigate without a map.
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
Between winter and growth, where the garden exists mostly in imagination. A reflection on effort, return, and the quiet alignment between inner and outer worlds.
