So I haven't been to my studio in a month, and have probably spent only three full days there in the last six weeks, what with finishing off the public art project, and ending the semester of teaching at Columbia College. After such a long absence, I got down to work straight away, and after several hours, the result was this:
That's right: absolutely nothing of any worth at all.
I try not to get too despondent about the bad days any more. It's good to be back in the studio again, and to get the bad stuff out of the way so that something better can arrive.
That's right: absolutely nothing of any worth at all.
I try not to get too despondent about the bad days any more. It's good to be back in the studio again, and to get the bad stuff out of the way so that something better can arrive.