The risk of not making daily is that each making spurt then places you back at your beginning. You must then rework through making bad art for a short duration before your body finds the rhythms in making again, before your body re-orients to the inherent behaviors of materials at hand.
Collaboration of mind, body and materiality requires of me a syncopation that only comes with regular practice.
I am reading agnes martin’s bio by princenthal and yearn to resubmerge in making. It is perhaps only in my most submerged moments that i feel grounded, insanely sane and mildly healthy. It is in those moments when i feel my masks fall away and i simple am. Ok. I get this same sense when playing with small children.
I am split between research and making … and cultivating necessary human tethering.
At least to help find balance for the spring I am building in an accountability to make despite the scholarly load = signed up for sculpture studio as one of my courses. I also have an installation and collaboratibe project that will come to a head in April — first encounter’s with one’s own femininity.1