i mean REALLY in the studio.
not just putzing around, doing no brainer work...i mean REALLY working.
mixed media collage on altered postcard, 2005 (for amanda)
i've noticed that whenever i visit a museum, gallery, or an overly saturated artsy fartsy town (can you say portland?) i find myself craving studio time. like, either what i see is so totally inspiring that i feel like i have to race back to the studio and try to feed off that hunger...or...what i see adorning gallery walls is absolute shit, or at the very best mediocre... and i know deep down, that if i work hard enough and long enough..something, SOMEthing will come out of me that has meaning, quality..substance. something that speaks not just for myself, but for everyone..
but, all this seems a bit trivial..
seeing as how i have at least 4 walls, 3 squares and the only water surrounding me remains contained in the backyard pool..