Speechless

Okay, not really. I'm just whooped, and revived simultaneously.
Bran (my sister) has a Halloween art convention to go to tomorrow in PA and I've been helping her get ready. Shew! All I can say is we have a big ol' ball whenever we're together, filled with many witty quips and loud cackling.
When I wasn't at her house I was sneaking in a little jewelry makin' at my crib. This is a basket-o-tools and materials on my buffet. I have this kind of stuff everywhere. I'm thinking of moving the TV out of the living room and using it as yet more studio space, which is what my dining room has become.

I try sometimes to put all my projects away so I can show off my fancy dining room, but it never lasts. I love leaving some pieces out on the table that I can study on whenever I walk by and let inspiration come to me when it wants. It comes down to this; I love working on a few different things every day more than I love to sit down to eat in a tidy environment ( a LOT more). Seldom can I resist the urge to work on a piece of jewelry or other sculptural work, so why not surround myself in what consumes me?
I have gotten up out of bed in the middle of the night to work on a skull or to draw an idea in my sketchbook. The compulsion to create simply can't be resisted!
Maybe I'll engrave my name in this little trophy I found, or maybe my monogram, or perhaps some other icon. See, these are the ideas that keep me up at night and keep my dining room table overflowing with chisels, scraps of metal, ribbon, plaster,  sandpaper, paint, bullets, saws, pliers, ball peen hammers and sketches!

I am just enjoying the Hell out of life. The more I make and create and fulfill my artistic needs, the more I live in spirit and keep my heart full.
Now lets go forth and prosper!