I believe it was sometime in November that my studio became a very disorganized storage unit.

     Welcome a friend displaced by the fire: empty the guest room closet into the studio closet. (You know the closet I speak of.  Yes, the luggage just sat in the middle of the room.) I was blessed to participate in several pop-up markets, each a success and joyful meeting of friends old and new.  With each market, another layer of disorganization slipped into my studio.

      Suddenly, the holidays were here, “Make room for the tree!”

     "Just put that chair in here.”

     "Now where did I put that? Hmm... Have you seen...? “

     Joyfully the holidays unfolded.  Family and friends came to visit, celebrations were merry, and the yellow tape across the studio entrance was strictly abided.  I do believe all the packages that had been hidden in the studio, found their way under the tree and into the hands of their intended.   The ball dropped, songs were sung, dances were danced, kisses were shared and another year came to a close.

      Now it is the new year and  I am writing to you from my studio.  It is here you can find me, working and watching the falling rain.  As I watch, I give thanks for the memories of the year gone by and look joyfully to the future.  As I watch, I celebrate this Winter with its rain in the valleys and its snow in the mountains.  I give thanks for each day as I work in my studio.  It is here you can find me, in my wooly knit hat and sweater, watching the rain and celebrating while dreaming and painting of warmer days. 

As you read this, I hope you warm and safe from the storm.  May your year be filled with joy and wonder; and your biggest worry, the bunny in the garden.

Isabella Stewart

01/20/2018

Before you go, take a look at the pictures in the side bar. You can see a bit of what I’ve been up to since back in the studio. Stay tuned for Spring has not yet sprung..