01/09/2023
Burying the hatchet - of my disquiet towards the chasm between burnout and inspiration, and my lack thereof re the latter…
Enter studio edit, an attempt towards actual balance, or at the very least, beauty. Amidst in/out lists, with the “in’s” feeling out of reach and a melancholy shrouding an otherwise renewed season.
This comes with a serious caveat of gratitude for the art and partnerships fostered last year - deep thanks to our clients whom we hold so dear, and whom we honor so~
Ushering in less IG noise, new studio help (phew), and the few things that don’t make me wanna run for the hills:
The gentleman playing Gershwin on a thrift store piano yesterday, so unbridled, so stunningly. And the that followed in the form of vintage woven tags. And, at the risk of sounding twee, lyrics from the 1993 rendition of Much Ado About nothing I watched last night, sparking a smidge of joy for even the most curmudgeonly of (ahem) “us” - “Then sigh not so, but let them go, and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey, nonny, nonny.”
In the spirit of sharing more, and being swallowed less, here’s to getting kicked in the butt less in 2023 - sayonara ’22!
