On the Unexpectedness of Delight

It’s the end of yet another long day and I’m physically exhausted (as I’ve been several times these last few months). Tomorrow promises to be another long one, with the list of things that need to be done remaining cheerfully immune to diminution.

Despite all that, I can never wait to get to the studio. It baffles me that it got to be so pretty (in the same way that some parents will look with bewilderment at an unaccountably well-turned out child). Every single nook and cranny, every single surface and texture, was planned and known in advance. But I still never expected it to turn out the way it did.

And that, I suppose, constitutes much of the reward.

Not surprisingly, it’s more than enough.