137 days to go…
There was more hot and sweaty printing this weekend. There was also occasional breaths of fresh breeze.
One more side to be printed and I can move on to the paintings.
The boys did some printing of their own using the tortilla press donated by their Abuela.
At home one of garden patron saints came around to say hello to the boys. One of the mantis babies hatched a few weeks back.
July 18, 2008
Last night was a hot printing affair in the studio.
There was plenty of work but little progress. I actually fell back a few steps. Aggravating.
I turned out all the lights and lay on the floor absorbing some moonlight in order to not leave the studio feeling dejected.
Today I started off sluggish and I felt myself drifting then a considerate word reset the moorings.
TGIF
I’m looking forward to the full weekend in the studio. Once the prints are finally completed and go on to be framed I can concentrate on the paintings fully.
July 15, 2008
Waxing moons usually dredge up my dream life.
The other night my dreams ended with me finding a handwritten note stating “The last four seconds really rounded off the hard corners.” Funny.
Laurie Anderson says something like – when you don’t remember your dreams its because you were off in someone else’s. I like that.
I’m craving a dog, a wide open field, some streams and big cumulus clouds.
Tonight:
My buddies in the Arsonist’s Daughter are opening for Suffocation in South Bend, IN. Should be an incredible show.
July 9, 2008
Working in the studio - I've noticed a few things:
I'm reminded how much I would rather make my own art than hang someone else’s.
I'm remembering my dreams and I like that.
My boys ask the best questions.
I'm easily distracted.
This is hard.
I walk to the water bearing gifts.
July 7, 2008
Spending the early part of the day working in the studio.
Evenings spent with the boys and carving new blocks.
Sweating and breathing...
July 3, 2008
I'm counting down the hours until my 10 days of studio time.
Of course there will be a brief detour tomorrow to watch things go pop, plop and ploop. I'll try not to burn anything down...
Anxious to see the new addition to the ever expanding extended Rodriguez family, my new niece born last night.
