Finally we are doing more than talking about an art studio. We found a place in Cleveland Heights that was opening studios and snatched one up for Satu. The place is colorful and alive. The exact opposite of our basement. When I moved Satu in last Friday, I thought that all of her art was either heavy, sharp or fragile. When she started to move in on Saturday, I realized that there were treasures in there that I had never seen before. There were colorful signs of a past group project and a moving, but really sad piece about the bird flu. The piece was even sadder to me because I know how fond Satu really is of birds. She delights in all creatures, not just the cuddly or accessible ones. Somehow she can still feel very close to an animal that she can never touch. It is enough for her to get a quick, sideways head tip from a blue jay, or not..
I thought it was wonderful to see Satu in what I think of as her natural habitat. When she talks about art and music, it opens this door to her private interior. It was really wonderful to see her talk to people about her own art and see her reach out to folks who were all there for the same reason. She seemed comfortable and excited about learning new things. She seemed at home in her new studio even though there is more work to do. I hope one day she will make that her job if she feels inspired there and fill her days being creative and happy. It seems to me that when Satu is most herself, that is how she would choose to occupy her time. The world would be a better place for experiencing her art.
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