Emmy's Blog

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What I Noticed This Week

A rainy week, a familiar park, and a quiet moment of noticing how much has changed over time.

What I Noticed This Week

A rainy week, a familiar park, and a quiet moment of noticing how much has changed over time.

Small purple flower blooming on Mexican heather with fresh green leaves after winter frost

When Things Come Back

A reflection on the shift into spring, the return of color, and the quiet resilience of things that come back after the cold.

When Things Come Back

A reflection on the shift into spring, the return of color, and the quiet resilience of things that come back after the cold.

The Parts You Don’t See

The Parts You Don’t See

There’s more to this than just making the work. Lately, I’ve been noticing the quieter parts that exist alongside it—the decisions, the structure, and the space in between where things...

The Parts You Don’t See

There’s more to this than just making the work. Lately, I’ve been noticing the quieter parts that exist alongside it—the decisions, the structure, and the space in between where things...

Not Everything Needs to Become Content

Not Everything Needs to Become Content

This year I’ve been showing up more consistently online, even as someone who’s naturally more reserved. In the process, I’ve been learning that not everything in the studio needs to...

Not Everything Needs to Become Content

This year I’ve been showing up more consistently online, even as someone who’s naturally more reserved. In the process, I’ve been learning that not everything in the studio needs to...

Wide shot of Emmy Spoon Studio

The Moment Before Release

I’m surrounded by originals—some unfinished, some ready to be sealed. There’s a moment that comes with that… where I have to say, this is done. Letting go isn’t always easy...

The Moment Before Release

I’m surrounded by originals—some unfinished, some ready to be sealed. There’s a moment that comes with that… where I have to say, this is done. Letting go isn’t always easy...

A Language Without Words

A Language Without Words

There was a time when I didn’t feel like I had a voice. Now I see it everywhere—in color, in movement, in every mark I’ve made. This is what creating...

A Language Without Words

There was a time when I didn’t feel like I had a voice. Now I see it everywhere—in color, in movement, in every mark I’ve made. This is what creating...