A Wall.

Wahhh. Wahh. Wahhhh. Wahhhh....


I don't want to create tonight.  I am sitting in the studio, scissors staring at me, this piece staring at me.  I started it in July.  It's January.

There are ways to get around this wall.  I know it. Bust through, perhaps.

There is an artist named Tom Friedman, who is very conceptual.  Sometimes he is a smartypants.  Or he was a few years ago, anyway.  I saw a show back in 2001 at the New Museum of Contemporary Art in New York that was full of his works that were hilarious and infuriating at the same time.  One was a piece of artists paper, framed and mounted to the wall.  It was blank.  The title and medium:  1000 Hours of Staring.  Yep.   I know how it feels, buddy.  

Postponed. Again.

                                            A detail from an altered book I did a while ago.

Whoever thinks that artists need strife and angst to do work was mistaken. I think I mentioned this fact before.  It's a common misconception advanced by the myth that is VanGogh, Rothko, etc.  When things are unsettled, I have a hard time creating for myself.  If I have something that Needs to get done I'm your go to girl- hence the coffee wall (which I still need to photograph- I will soon).  But with all the distractions of the last month and a half, I haven't been able to make much progress on the collages I have been working on.  So, Lisa and I decided rather than to stress ourselves out even more, we would postpone our duet show.   This is a good thing, because I will be able to document progress a little more effectively.

 Despite the slight block,  there is one piece I am working on that I am very very excited about and don't want to rush- it's the story of a prayer.