thinking about art, hoping to make some
I knew it would be a hard return, coming straight back into school from the residency. All of a sudden, life is full of stuff you need to or have to do, and yesterday, I talked for almost 6 hours straight. Today I have no voice. And I was exhausted after Period 1 yesterday. So Continue reading Hard Reset
Well I m home, as of yesterday at around 2:30 PM. 900 miles of driving in two days. It could have been worse. At least the landscape was gorgeous for most of it. Very little traffic. Some very stupid drivers trying to pass trucks unsafely I d like to see the death/crash statistics on that after making the Continue reading Jiggety Jig
Every day, I write in my journal the day, the date, and the number of the day since I ve been here. I know it s a 17-day residency, and that doesn t count the first or last days, and today is Day 15. So that means I have two more days to make stuff and one day Continue reading Winding Down
I do have time here. I mean, it will never be enough time, but it s time for experimenting and thinking about stuff and sitting uncomfortably in my own head, although it s really not that uncomfortable I enjoy letting my brain just explore shit and think about how to do things without the pressure of shows and Continue reading It s My Own Time
When I was in college, I took art classes (duh, it was one of my two degrees), including a couple of painting classes. I don’t remember much about the one class except that the professor was really nice and I liked his work. The other professor (are they professors if they’re hired as working artists Continue reading Every Night
Ok. Mornings are just not my good art brain time. It might not help that someone is weed whacking (not a huge deal; my brain will currently distract itself no matter what). I have to write down the day and date every day at the moment. Helps me focus. I did three dye paintings that Continue reading Might Paint a Bird
I’m sitting here in the quiet morning (well, there’s birds). I’ve had most of one cup of tea, breakfast, a shower, went and refilled my water jug (issues with arsenic in the water) and got my dyes out of the big fridge…hoping they last longer, although last year, I painted one piece 10 days after Continue reading Smoky Skies
I m half-lying on a daybed (who thought these were comfortable for sitting? They are only comfortable for lying down maybe that s the point) wondering how hard it would be to bring the nice comfy chair from upstairs down here. Do I want to end up in a cast in the first week of my residency? Not really. Continue reading Arrived.
I don’t know if you’ve seen those bad National Park reviews made into posters; the girlchild got me one that said something like all there is do to here is walk around, which kind of defines all our park experiences, and we’re totally fine with that (you can find them at this website). That said, Continue reading There Are Bugs and They Will Eat Your Face.
I took one really bad photo yesterday of yellow hills north of Los Angeles. It’s Interstate 5, y’all. Nothing pretty about it. We drove for 9 1/2 hours yesterday and made it to Sacramento, where I lived for a few years as a kid. Lots of stupid car behavior. Lots of trucks. Not much else. Continue reading On the Road