From Two Lane to Studio
En route to the river after two weeks on the road visiting family and friends. I generally feel better once I have two lanes and a yellow stripe in my view. The open sky allows for more space, and less noise, whether that noise is outside or inside my head. I had just seen my uncle days before, who I may not see again. Finding out he may be facing that last few weeks of his life brings a whole new contemplation as I work towards this show. He was the ultimate scrapper, dumpster diving, metal detecting guy. So I think of him, and honor him as I make. It is a short life, do with it what you want.
All we are is dust in the wind
The sawdust is flying and piling up. It is certainly a media on its own. Love giving the scrappy dump wood a new life.
All planed up and no where to go
Playing with blocks
I am reminded how much I loved to play with blocks. When my dad moved a few years back, the blocks we had as kids were stored in his barn. I guess it is why I love to pack the back of the car, so everything fits “just right”. Many hours of play time with the blocks as a kid.. it is all coming back to me now. There is no perfect order.