not a new problem. am tired too, but too bad, work it through, a show in a beautiful exhibition space encroaches on the heel of this month. I prepare. still. not sure why I am compelled to work these materials. my dad’s cute, he has suggested a decrease in scale and easier materials (lighter) because I am getting older. bahahaaaa. nice reminder. love my dad; not a bad sentiment. its just an artist’s materiality and subject matter seem viscerally dictated and aren’t usually up for too much cognitive logic. perhaps i will just quietly, when no one is looking, convert to scratching pen to page in a more public way, moving from object and image to word. perhaps? though more likely a melding of the two. actually, they are even now melded but the writing is somewhat unruly.
so tired and hot!0