Snapshots from my evening: Sparkly red shoes...chocolate...crisp clear starry skies...filling up the house with music. Here you go:
You will never wake up slow and sleepy again and kick your feet in your sheets and not think about these images ever again...Here's another one for you.
...:) It's narcotic, isn't it? Like rubber ducks and puppies. I don't care what kind of bad mood your were stewing in before, you're irrationally happy now, right? I have others. Regina Spektor, the Noisettes, and Oren Lavie are providing the soundtrack right now to my life. Overwhelming idiosyncracy and Quirk. I know.
...Still no real snow, but deep deep cold. My feet hit the floor in the morning and the impact hits the top of my skull and I skitter across the floor like a crab, stuffing my feet into my wooley boots, yipping and whimpering...Longjohns and getting dressed in front of the woodstove...it doesn't sound fun, but I really do love this time of the year. It's so clear outside tonight, deep dusting of stars across the sky.
With the cold weather, I've been drawing in the evenings...sort of quasi-architectural things, inspired by House of Leaves (Mark L Danielewski) and Invisible Cities (Italo Calvino)...I don't have a lot more to say about these yet. I'll be showing them in April...along with some other pieces.
...Still no real snow, but deep deep cold. My feet hit the floor in the morning and the impact hits the top of my skull and I skitter across the floor like a crab, stuffing my feet into my wooley boots, yipping and whimpering...Longjohns and getting dressed in front of the woodstove...it doesn't sound fun, but I really do love this time of the year. It's so clear outside tonight, deep dusting of stars across the sky.
With the cold weather, I've been drawing in the evenings...sort of quasi-architectural things, inspired by House of Leaves (Mark L Danielewski) and Invisible Cities (Italo Calvino)...I don't have a lot more to say about these yet. I'll be showing them in April...along with some other pieces.
And! I'm back blowing glass next week with Jeremy Newman!...I can't wait to be back in the studio. Not sure yet what we'll be making, when we left off we were working with lunar imagery, moon cycles, large flattened blown glass discs...
I'm making a new series of smallish hourglasses to start; I have a ream of sketches for a weird steampunk-inspired chess set. And then some more experimental things. I'm looking at a few artists, but somebody brought up Remedios Varos to me the other day, that they saw a lot of her influence in my work. I hadn't considered that, although I studied her intensively in school. Here are some images, if you don't know her work...
I'm making a new series of smallish hourglasses to start; I have a ream of sketches for a weird steampunk-inspired chess set. And then some more experimental things. I'm looking at a few artists, but somebody brought up Remedios Varos to me the other day, that they saw a lot of her influence in my work. I hadn't considered that, although I studied her intensively in school. Here are some images, if you don't know her work...
There's a fantastical dreamlike enigmatic quality to her work that I love. It's nice to reconnect.
PDA design charette all day today. I want to write about it, but it was an exhausting process in the end, though exciting. I'll try to collect my thoughts and write more about that the next time...the last bit of the design process mentioned building/reclaiming a fire lookout tower in the space. I love it.
The fire has gone out while I've been typing...the room lit up by the blue glow of the computer screen. Time to slip off to dreams, myself. Goosedown comforter waiting for me...
PDA design charette all day today. I want to write about it, but it was an exhausting process in the end, though exciting. I'll try to collect my thoughts and write more about that the next time...the last bit of the design process mentioned building/reclaiming a fire lookout tower in the space. I love it.
The fire has gone out while I've been typing...the room lit up by the blue glow of the computer screen. Time to slip off to dreams, myself. Goosedown comforter waiting for me...
