Honing my craft.
Abalone Shell research.
Lost in the space between.
Getting lost in time and place in the studio is a feeling that can not be surpassed. I didn’t look up or move for hours. When I did, I was disoriented. Where am I? That is how good it felt to sit down on my paint covered yoga mat and paint. Now let me say this does not happen every time. More often than not an alarm goes off telling me I have to go elsewhere. Sometimes it feels like work even. I step away when that happens. I want the magic of last night every night. And I think it’s crucial.
Two group exhibitions in almost 3 weeks. Next big show is possibly September than for sure one in October. Still not selling anything. Maybe it will all happen at once. Regardless I’m slinging the paint, painting rocks, obsessing over rocks, loving rocks.