the storm has arrived. down down down it comes, dropping the white sky all on my roof and windows. drops dancing wild and mean. it is okay by me. i've been feeling much the same way lately. the urge to pour, to drop, to spit. and so i have been- all over my massive canvas. 5 feet tall, a snarl in oil.
my secrecy over the new work will end soon. but the fury of it needs a bit more time. privacy is a requirement. it feel like i'm building a bomb. or several bombs. it is a strange collection that might in fact splinter in to two separate bodies of work. icebergs and Jon Benet, her tire swing. a shower drain. an angry animal. there is a common cord the twists all this work together but i don't know yet how to name it. for now, i just go go go. draw paint write read scribble scribble scribble and make another pot of coffee.
these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
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Rock on Blackshine!
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Waiting for the storm to hit here. So far wind and rain that can't make up its mind.
ps. The Surfer took it in Spokane.
thanks, alesa! i painted all damn day yesterday! whoo hoo!
rebecca,
i love it when interests collide like that. i've been thinking about drains for years now... there's a portal-like quality to them... and i guess they ARE portals actually. but as a symbol i think they are so fertile and can move in a hundred different directions. thank you. ;)
the storm here was pretty good. no thunder though, which i miss. and lightning too. maybe i will have to take another trip to the southern states soon just to sit in the glory of a big rowdy storm.
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