What I Really Want to Know About You.

I caught up with a close friend after having not had a thorough “real-life” catchup in a few months. “Sorry, I feel like I’m so boring!” was the closing sentence. I felt like a telephone pole, boring and inanimate, and realized I had only reported the timeline of a recent weekend trip and fumbled for other life events or changes that had happened lately. I had only asked for summaries of the main events in her life as well. I love the place I live and the creativity I get to use in my day job and my art practice, but I never even scratched the surface on what I loved about life and art and new confidence and directions in my art practice lately.

I realized that I feel catching up should be less about what you are doing— the order of events, but rather what are you feeling? How you are living? What do you love? And what are you not loving? What are you craving from life these days? I want to riff on silly mundane stories and rage about what you’re raging about. To encourage you to do more of what you crave. To get all excited about the recipe you’re going to try and the party you’ve been toying with throwing. It’s a yes from me. Crave what you crave and carve out time.

What are you craving lately?

I’ll go first. I’m craving connection with people who want to go deep. I’m craving outdoor dinners that move to the campfire later with people I love. I want to hear the highs and lows of life. Your favorite and least favorite thing you’ve cooked lately. The things you played with as a kid and how you’re bringing those back into your life in new ways. I’m craving a lazy hang and swim day by the river with friends—old and new. I’m craving deep soul-level thinking and writing time, a weekly writing practice really. I’m craving carving out space to explore new art ideas and push a bit contemporary in my work for a second just to see what happens. I’m craving trips with Luke and exploring new places and new food together and then getting home to crash on the couch and rest with each other for hours. I’m craving a walk to the Rhu on a Sunday morning to get a fresh chocolate croissant. I’m craving a blank space to create inside, a home or airbnb, ready for thrifted pieces, home-made furniture, experiments and one-off paintings. I’m craving painting a huge painting just to see if I can. I’m craving reading in bed with a candle and a glass of cold water.

There. Now you go.