Before I was a mother. Before I was a wife. Before I even knew who I AM as a person. I would lose hours upon hours in the studio during college. I felt like a machine, churning out work. Nothing great. Nothing ground breaking. Just little bits of myself onto paper or canvas or in the dark room. Now I have minutes to spare, not hours. So I try and slap some paint on a canvas. I get a 5 minute sketch out. I almost feel for those 5 minutes like I am back in the studio at school, pouring a part of me out onto paper. And then someone screams, "MAMAAAAA!!!!"
It's fun while it lasts. How do you experience "before" when you have 5 minutes to spare?