I’ve made a living making art for 25 years (yikes! I know I’m dating myself, but this is something worth shouting about). But yet I know nothing. Seriously. The more I learn, the more I realize I have literally no clue. Which is why I absolutely LOVE taking classes. This week I am working with an intimate group of crazy wonderfuls (I have so many new besties - I am totally with my people here!) led by the brilliant Emily Ball . We each brought our own What Ifs and she’s steering us into the sticky, messy work of mining truths. Bear and Sky are here with me, of course, and today was both impossible and exhilerating. Impossible because I caught myself in a seething hot lie, thinking I was working outside of my comfort zone and realizing that it was still well within arm’s reach. Exhilerating because when I realized I needed to hopscotch right over that edge into serious risk taking, there was zero bleeding. Much of what I made was really, really bad (if it had veins, it woul...