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Tuesday, June 15, 2010


... I walk into the studio and the light dances up the walls and glazes softly over my canvas.

... I mix paint with such a fervor the whole room sings with the slap of my knives on a glass palette.

... I can't be bothered to find new music after an album ends, and work to the sound of brushes sliding over canvas and the rhythm of my own breathing.

... I wonder how I could possibly be hungry after I had just eaten lunch (and then realize it's after 11:30 pm).

I've started a new series. All at once it's familiar and foreign and fresh and bold and subtle. It's the combination of small slices of self-evaluation and the meshing of five separate ideas. It's full of messages, reminders to myself, spelled out for the world more clearly than I've ever worked.

I poured myself into eight square inches yesterday and created something that's looking back at me now.

I can't wait to show you.


MrsLittleJeans said...

I really cannot wait to see them and to read the messages, I am sure I will learn a thing or two...I love sound of brushes! xxx

CrowNology said...

I cannot wait to see!

Sunny Rising Leather said...

Loving this post: what a treat for sore eyes your work will be!!!


kerin rose said...

esperar con un corazon abierto!

mme. bookling said...

I am loving the correlation of having seen you on a day that was so good to you in the studio. I cannot tell you how good it was for me...then coming home to "Detritus" just sent my goodness intake over the edge.

Taddyporter said...

there is serenity in that studio I can feel it. and I love that wise looking rabbit. YAY for creating peace joy hope and making fruit from the vine of your strong spirit...