I Heart Indiana Altered Art

I am home from a long weekend out of town.
A long weekend with no art.
I feel like I'm dying a little inside. I know that sounds really dramatic...but I've been working night and day trying to get stuff done and NOT working for two whole days felt really unnatural. I missed the outlet. And what's worse is the friends I went to go see--who I love--are not artists. None of the people that I spent time with this weekend were artists. They're all the college professor types. Now, don't get me wrong, they are all brilliant people, but they like to talk about their work. And I never get to talk about my work.
I think it would be boring to them. Who cares if I discovered a new way to use the versamark stamp-pad? Or that I got this great new binding system for my birthday? Or am considering buying a cuttlebug because I love the embossing plates?
I had a moment this weekend where I realized that I can't really talk to them about this huge HUGE piece of my life. It's like this whole part of me doesn't exist for them. It made me feel lonely.
I wonder--you other artists out there, do you ever feel this way? Or do you just force your art talk on people? I would truly love to know, because I feel so very segmented.
So, I get home and am feeling down and art-starved and a little lonely because of the whole lack of sharing and there is this great email from Beth in IndianaAlteredArt sitting in my in-box and all I could think was thank God for the ladies at IAA.
So here is my very rambling, public thank you to all the very wonderful and talented ladies who make my life a little less art starved. You are my teachers, my friends and wonderful source of support.
I heart you. I really do.