Wednesday, December 05, 2012
I am not afraid
I drive the 20 minutes into town, carry my bags up the stairs, open the door, hang up my coat, sit down at my big table and look at the work I did the day before.
Then, before doing anything new, I spend twenty minutes or so centering myself by re-reading an old journal. Occasionally there are self sketches in them, like the one above when three chicks had flown, and the youngest remained.
eyelets that fill the mornings and nights at home. Shown here is the piece inspired by Louise Bourgeois' journal entry of 1986.