New artwork is on its way to the mill. I pretty much have to disappear for a while in order to make that happen. Then, spring comes: lunch dates, time to help friends who are grieving, maybe I cook a real meal here and there, even wear make-up on a no-big-deal-regular day. My personal spring couldn't come at a better time, because it's spring. And I'm needed.
It's just beautiful outside. And I'm determined to soak it in before the Arizona summer descends.
Leafy layers of tracing paper with final modifications blanket my studio. When this design is finished, I will have one more print to go.
I lay in bed this morning with my eyes closed for half an hour letting impressions of that final print soak into the backs of my eyelids. These images are elusive and transforming. Remember that Michael Jackson video where one person morphed into the next, over and over—Black or White? Like that.
The trick is to jot these ideas down without indulging in them just yet. I'm saving the last print for dessert.
One petal reads "Yes," the other says "Same"—don't mistake it for "Sane." I'm not there yet, but getting very close.
