I actually got into the studio today to work for four plus hours. It seems like weeks since I had been in there for any solid amount of time, and I needed to get reacquainted with my space.
When I have not been in there on a steady basis, I just can't just walk into my studio and start working; I need to walk around, sweep, turn on the music, sort through my things, finish up a few projects that are lying around, and then start to ease myself into the heavier things like finishing up work, painting, or starting a new piece. After a while things start to happen, and sometimes I get on a roll and I can't stop. The muse comes to visit and ideas and work gush out of me.
It was such a beautiful day, and I left the door open so that I felt like the outdoors was one with my studio. My neighbor was having a big party in his back yard. I could smell the barbecue and wished that I could sneak in, load up a plate of food, and leave. I just recently walked outside again, and the party has grown louder, as the drinks have been flowing freely for a few hours I am sure
This little collage is one of my obelisk series. I dreamt that obelisks would come to kill me at night out of an inky blue sky. The images are still burned in my head.
I don't know how I will show this strange little body of work, not to be understood completely without knowing me and the tales that go with them. But then again, does it really matter???