Today started the same as most, wake up get coffee and get everyone moving, clean kitchen area and dishwasher, make sure everyone really is moving and then put coat and boots on and make another coffee. I call the dogs and we walk past the greenhouses and the shop into the studio and turn on the heat. the ritual doesn't stop there i pick up a little and look at stones in hope that they somehow scream something at me, then its back to the house to get everyone out and to school. I spend the time on the way back from dropping them trying to convince myself that if i just start banging something will come to me and hoping that i will get back down there. Back into the house straighten up a little and call the dogs again here we go , grab the i-pod. these are a few pictures of the are of my studio that I'm able to close up and heat and the rock that will be the next sculpture i hope. greenhouse and yard looking bare till spring

it appears to have been along time since i wrote here, and it appears it was the last time it was cold and i was having difficulty coming up with ideas. It is hard to have the desire to be inspired and not get there. When the ideas are flowing there is no stopping them it seems and you seldom question weather they are right, good or important. Maybe when you produce a lot of work you get a lot of feedback which boosts your energy. Well that's not the case at point . It's winter and cold and the garden shop is closed, the greenhouses empty, my studio although poorly done is closed and semi heated but cold and lonely. Rock and stone is stacked and ready although buried in snow or frozen to earth. New tools and equipment are waiting having been purchased in a need of inspiration and a new book called "art and fear" has been read.