sometimes life decides for you that you need to slow down, stay in bed, and make some art. under other circumstances, i'd be completely content to do just that but geez... now just isn't the right time. a man lifted me up the other day and, as chance would have it, he happened to grab me right at the sight of an old injury: my iffy disk. i've been locked in bed for the last 3 days. i haven't been able to really walk let alone go to class or work. and worst of all, i may have to cancel my trip to NY. i'm trying not to get depressed about it. getting depressed will only draw this whole thing out. besides, i'm in enough pain as it is. bulging disks are absolute agony. thankfully, i'm in much better shape this time around than i was the first time this happened 6 years ago. in fact, this injury is what turned me toward crochet as a way to make art. i couldn't sit or stand. all i could do was lie flat on my back. that's not exactly a position from which one might draw or paint and, there i was, heading in to my last year of art school. so much was on the line. i had to find a way to keep making art. crochet, it was! it saved my degree and my practice. it saved my spirit.
and it'll save my spirit this time too. i'm looking on the bright side and just trying to feel thankful for having the unplanned luxury of staying in bed all week and making art. The Blanket of DOOM sure has benefited. Almost done!!!! a year in the making. this project is an ERA unto itself! :D
king size!!!! and all rendered patiently in single stitch crochet. good lord.
keeping me nice and warm as i convalesce. :) can't wait to see and photograph the finished piece.
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.
Thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.